a limpid word.
I neatly drove into the concrete barrier
—those concrete barriers they put up during construction—
Toledo, Ohio. They’re talking about putting him
on a ventilator. Not the muse
but the father.
This from a befuddled uncle.
The guys next to me are talking about airplane problems.
I’ll be better. As human beings
we find ourselves in a strange situation. (Dorsky)
Then we walked within the foggy city. The muse
took me to something like a weekend on top of a dune
where if there hadn’t been fog I could have seen
all over.
I bought a new jug of detergent
only I had a whole jug I hadn’t used. I forgot I had that.
The same brand.
The same scent.
