There’s a parrot-sized hole in my life.
—Dr. Irene Pepperberg (on the death of Alex the African gray parrot)
The world has changed.
Oh Mr. Fresh Face it is so
hip to be seen and “nobody to
turn to for advice.” (Ashbery)
Am I sorry?
Strategy: a travel reservation!
And an echo in the ears,
not quite settling in to the dizzy.
The settling into of the dizzy.
The dizzy us, the dizzy we.
Yet. The fog fumbles. We live on.
Time’s always
getting lost inside the fucking echoes.
Like diving into Cool Whip
for the fell swoops.
Oh the world has changed. It can’t see through
to its next thought.
Its next thought
was a sandwich, a pasta salad,
and some iced tea.
