This Tactic Is Useless
“She
doesn’t seem to have any flies”
(I’m
misreading Medusa). “But it’s
your
time, now.”
What
about my time?
I hold
up eight fingers and two
thumbs
(opposable!) in defense.
“I have
no interest in your thoughts
on any
subject” (Alice Notley,
except
she finishes with
“;
though one sometimes
listens
to pass the time.”)
Why do
we keep these?
Mere
tokens of meditation.
Like
aspirin in the morning
(4
Advil at a time) and
how
they accumulate.
“My
bookshelf is my
morning,”
Medusa’s
mouth
moves as if to
say. “My morning.”
All the
goofballs in
San
Francisco (all
the
fogballs) rise
and
meander
eastward.
