Why is anyone in the world so terrible. Real catastrophe
and catastrophizing. If we only knew when it was going to
happen.
I saw you put your hands on the floor. Intimacy without
disturbances.
The scope here of memorization, planets. The history of children
sitting still. You are so cute in all your facebook photos.
When you moved to Portland I forgot we used to call you
Tumbleweed Tex. All those barking dogs, feathered hair.
We have something in common I never mention. I wish
I’d written it down and folded it into one of your piles
saying I want to read every one of these books! Do you think
you’ll have read them all before the end of time. Did you go in
to see her when she was dead. Maybe you already knew.
Copyright © 2015 by Farrah Field. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 5, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.