Wednesday, September 11, 2019


          —September 11, 2019

Would anybody
today in the world trade
no hope
for no despair? I would. I wouldn't
care whether
the two were equivalent

either. Tomorrow
is such a gratuitous balm—
I mean
it seems to cost nothing
to keep
slathering on. But

the past—
feels so jagged
complex—so inevitable
to me when
that's what we keep calling it.