into this world beautiful,
but none
has been born
whose nose points
true north;
any such pose
she is later able to hold
must be
made ugly,
must be molded
into place—
like the creased flesh
around its pit—
by a long-standing
habit.
*
Say, where can a guy
buy a can
of beer around here?
Or a bun on its own?
Or two chicken eggs
for his breakfast?
New points of view
are sold this way too—
like it or not,
it's cost prohibitive
to purchase one;
they always seem
to come
plastic-
ring-
shackled
in six packs.
*
This can't be all there is
because no thing
happens last!—
If this were your
last thought,
how long
would you want
to hold onto it
before you
forgot?
