Saturday, July 18, 2015

mmcdxxii

The sun has never shown this dimly
on the white chairs of the aged.
                                           —Luciano Erba
                                              (translated from Italian
                                              by Ann Snodgrass)

It is surely true that I
think more than I am. 

“Don’t think too much,”
he says, sweetly, earnestly. 

It is dumb logic that got
me here in the first place.

I haven’t a penny to my
name, but I like where

I am, overwhelmingly. 
Given the ubiquity of ex-

cessive debt, that cliché
should’ve already been

discontinued—at least
in relation or reference

to myself—
                  in perpetuity.