Saturday, July 18, 2015


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.