Remote
Control Sonnet
When they murdered us by remote
control, they
sang to themselves a lot.
—Alice Notley
My motivation is
killing me. I’ve lost
the one that counted,
so a shopping spree
is impossible. He’s
right, of course, to
be in love with the
two of them. Add
it up; it only makes
sense.
Something is
going to be repaired
in my apartment today.
I guess I will find out
what it is around 2pm.
