A Conceit
Local anchors list the ways viewers might enjoy tomorrow. One says, “Get some great....”, but that seems like a stretch. The other snickers, meaning, “Where were you going with that?” Like you thought * Like you could defend vanity in the sense of idle conceit, vacuous self- absorption, doing whatever it takes to whatever because, really. * As if to say, “Conceit is the vacuum energy.”
Copyright © 2013 by Rae Armantrout. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on October 30, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.