Whatever the lesson was, it wasn't taking. We awaited the information in kind of a corporate way and I kept wanting to go up to the whiteboard and write FEMININE MARVELOUS AND TOUGH and ask Is that what you're trying to do. Sometimes it's hard to figure out how to move. When cardinals move, they're as imposing
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Worst Things First
A bag of thank-you notes fell
on me and that was enough
art for one day. Culturally speaking,
it was more like a year
in the floral trenches, kicked off
with a single boneless kiss.
Poor sad demon in his poor dead tree—
or is it he who pities me, cockshy
quasihero with a latex lasso,
taking forever to measure
the dimensions of his confinement.
Some other demons have smeared a flock
of sparrows on a blanket, the full filthy
price of a sky under which they smoked
their names. My prize is a set
of teeth, striptease at the nude beach,
audio files of decomposing stars
telling me, if they’re telling me
anything, that theory’s just another word
for nothing left to like.