anatomy

Ten pounds since summer solstice I have gained:
and any talk of diets is in vain;
for air will turn into the purest fat on me,
it’s what my brain does to my poor anatomy.

I’ve tried to argue interest in gastronomy;
but bulbous belly never did look good on me,
so I must really start to lose this gut
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after

After their departure
silence grips the house,
presents a three-dimensional map
of the warrens of emptiness,
and fills them with the pellucid jelly
of necessary desertion.

Life called them away:
school, kindergarten, a job.
Life leaves us here
amid the confetti
that young children exude:
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absurd

There must be, in the particular hell that I have in mind,
a special depth of bubbling sulphur reserved
with special prejudice, for the guys responsible for
head-banging wake-you-in-the-middle-of-the-night
and-refuse-to-turn-off-no-matter-what-you-do-with-your-keys
while-you-stand-there-in-your-pajamas-in-the-middle-of-the-neighborhood
while-everybody-ignores-you-but-knows-that-you’re-there
car alarms.

If there was ever an invention, scheme or torture
devised to humiliate, inconvenience and Continue reading

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