Everything is going
swell: there's coffee
and cream
and yellow
sunlight—
and there's all these celebrities
charmingly doing things
they don't really know how to
do on TV (for charity).
But then, before you can even
tell, a mysterious
curdled pall
descends
and robs you
of the earth's and only miracle;
blind chance
steals in
once again
to hold
the inevitable
for ransom.
You barely have time
to think—well, wonders never cease!
which
frankly, has always
been the problem,
has always felt
so nerve-racking
and mundane
at the same time—
that even
though you were
deathbed-tired,
you were
far too wired
to sleep.
