one of the light bulbs stays burned out
I don’t bother it
I’m glad to be home and
not arrested
no one was actually
but where we hold our poetry readings
up on the roof of the parking garage
cops showed on the scene tonight
and shut the whole thing down
the owner showed up in this crappy mini-van
and said this would have to be
the end of it
the officers would close out by
asking each of us our names and
“other information”
after a few people submitted and
headed out, I followed along
and made it out of there untagged
glad to watch
the two cats sleeping
one shifts, sneezes, puts its head down again
I kick and kick in this room
I kick in the womb
and mass consume
this is a complex world
because there are many worlds
inside of it
and we expect something from each one we come across
it is confusing when
someone says, “stop expecting”
we can hardly fathom not expecting
aren’t we beasts
listening to radio shows?
forgot to fire the homework gun
like the peanut butter and jelly gun
instant essay sandwiches
comparative contrast
narrative research
late night footsteps startle little Kalika
she makes me laugh like she’s so tough
and is going to scare people away with her growls
the apartment becomes dirty again
and I note I have to clean it
a colder outdoors and cricket autumn song
drive again to the coop for cat food
and maybe a salad
liars ought to be slapped silly
until what until they stop their lying
it’s the lying that’s causing
all the problems with the weather
my wife is away and I weep and cry at the oddest moments
as the first month out of four almost comes to an end
it would be maddening to count minutes days or anything
still I count how much I love her as I realize it more sometimes by
numbers sometimes by numbness
and go mad inside these walls
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