The lake was full of microbeads.
I back away from the carbonated boats
and into the present,
where I’m opening a glass angel
with a set of keys. Sunday takes me
to the edge of this week.
It won’t take me any further.
Tonight an eighth grade history teacher
has just discovered, clammy and flushed
in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair
of deerskin gloves,
that he wants to destroy an old table
as much as he wants to restore it.
Would I be exaggerating if I told you
that from now until his last
this man will touch the world
with the ginger surprise of a person
receiving what he hadn’t expected to receive?
Can’t forget the goal posts
how they look
like two skeletal
yokes of an airplane
that is necessarily enormous
(if we’re drawing to scale)
and could seat a hundred
thousand people or more
if only someone qualified
and equally enormous
would arrive to spearhead
2. El Niño
A red bottle cap clinging to the tassel of her
she looked like a person something
the ice quietly detonating in her glass of
the rain making slippery
indications on the window
Wind took all
the napkins from the Cave Room
into the intersection
pursued by one
reluctant bar back
4. Hudson Bay
and difficult questions
a detachment of helicopters
wraps a blanket
around the the shoulders
of the Alps
5. Unpublishable findings
The anesthesiologist studied
of his patients
which remained for all
the terror and gore
jewel-like in their
6. Forever stamp
Sun rose over the river
between two silver elms
was like God himself
had slipped a finger
into the world’s
We need it to be like a rosary in a snowbank when what it is
is like an acrylic nail in a flowerbed.
We need it to be like a wishbone slingshot when what it is
is like a candy wrapper prom dress,
a swimming pool full of primer paint,
the rotary where the intersection was.
We need it, but it
is a cocaine snow globe.
We need— (the cat reaches for the halo
of a glass with both hands, somewhere
between hypnotized monk and death machine).
And we— we— own this cat?
A dishwasher starts somewhere above me,
a little soapy water trickling down the pipes
in the wall behind my head.
I take a piece of paper out of the printer drawer
and make a note:
applause / applesauce
I can feel my fingertips pulsating
against the handle of this pen.