Wednesday, March 11, 2020

ALL IN A DAY'S WORK

Each day, to preempt 
disappointment, 
I stand and renew 
my vow to renounce 
all satisfaction;

I shove my hands 
in the empty front pockets 
of my pants 
whenever I talk or go 
walking around. 

such baffling knots 
of aversion 
and amelioration 
can unclench and relax 
only in their apparent lack,

warmed by the friction 
of amicable dissonance, 
by the obvious 
and the oblivious heat 
of concealment.