Saturday, December 15, 2012

mdcclxxxviii

     In heaven,

     where repetition’s
     not boring—

              —Rae Armantrout


“Am I valid?” Larry wonders
deliberately. The sun refuses
to set, to go down on the desert.
The time zones, I guess, Larry


guesses. “I’d mow the lawn
but for the thunderstorm.” I
think this two days later. “But 
for the all-day thunderstorm.”

Bug-eyed bear and a globe