LET IT GO
1
“Let
it go,” they say, meaning whatever you were just feeling.
And
the feeling before that too, if you can recall it. I don’t really distinguish
between
feelings and thoughts.
When
I write I am trying to recapture the shape of a thought,
though
I don’t believe in ghosts.
When
they say “let it go,” they may mean you should focus
on
what is now before your eyes –
the
growing pile of papers
on
the desk, for instance, atop which
a
plastic bag of colorful rubber bands
has
perched.
2
As
sleep comes,
I’m
often surprised to feel
something
give way
or
let go,
something
I didn’t know I was holding --
being
held by.
When
I die, will this feeling recur?
Will
it seem like I’m meeting
someone
I know?
FORESTS
Grotto
of letter
clusters,
grove
of T’s.
Do
I believe
there’s
safety
in
numbers,
in
number?
*
AI
spells death
to
truck stops
and
their gift shops
packed
with lonesome
doodads.
*
How
rhythm
once
defined distance –
I
mean domesticated it.
*
Each
neuron
broadcasts
its call sign
(plaintively?)
until
another homes in
and
a synapse forms.
*
Woody
bark
covers
the shoots.
TANDEM
1
Where
is the link
between
kindling
and
kin?
I
start with second thoughts
and
work backwards
toward
infantile amnesia.
In
the beginning,
there
was cremation. No,
in
the beginning was a tandem
jiggling
of fields.
I
sort of liked it.
Mostly
I wanted to know
what
else
was
in that bag –
like
it was bottomless,
if
I’m like you.
2
It
seems possible to know
that
if I look out back
I
will see the intense red
of
the rose (lush? deep?)
not
as if for the first time
but
as if for the first time
truly
and
further that each
unfolding,
each collapse
will
bring with it,
like
a booby prize
this
same sense of discovery.
3
These
streets are called arterials.
For
hours
a
man grimaces
at
traffic
with
the “merely formal
purposiveness”
of
which Kant speaks.
THE WOUND
Wherever
there is a wound,
a
wound is at the center.
Should
the reverse
also
be true?
Is
each center
a
sort of wound?
*
The
toddler points
to
her bellybutton
and
asks, "More?"
More?
*
At
the start, we discovered
the
meanings
of
the sounds we made
and
the thunder
yelled,
"No!"
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