Friday, February 5, 2021


Even the great big 
eye in the sky—

a perfectly targeted 
ad for this moment—

is so fixed 
that it misses 

the rats asleep 
beneath your car hood.


Perhaps all this longing
is the distance 

between persons 
and their sought-
after objects

and divided by 

the breadth 
of counterfactuals.


None of us
is hopeless,

no one immortal. 

Between highest 
widest walls, 

there must exist a 
mostly middle.

Really, need I go on?