an open-ended
apprenticeship
with Sisyphus;
steady work
designing stasis—
lifting and dusting
under air pockets,
dropping rocks
precisely where they
were already, and
parting the waters
for a nanosecond
with one frothy swab
of an index finger.
It doesn't pay, but it
makes you feel
busy—and trust me
makes you feel
busy—and trust me
when I say this:
maintaining any feeling
is a full-time job.
