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.
