“Fuck!” “What?” “The fucking rock in this hole, it just broke my shovel.” “Can you fix it?” “Probably, but it wont ever be as strong as it was.” “Sure.” ...
Date
Looks like the date is set, I'm not getting well, she thought but didn't say it. Not to us, not in so many words, or any words....
Sudden
Green arrives, and we'll See it as sudden If we Broke our ankle in snow, And hardly go out anymore....
Deploy
There are so many things to deploy. Flowers deploy pollen, tricking bees. Navies deploy battleships, tricking their enemy. Corporations deploy lawyers, tricking their customers. People deploy emotions, tricking others....
Condition
Some say the human condition is Our contract with death. But I've watched my dog Fear death and recoil in disgust. No, our curse is Being in the present While living for a future We believe May inevitably come....
Suns
It was a lot of wind for us, really, the day the wind came up. There were no grand meteorological explanations. No perfect storms. Just wind, blasting from the southeast, pushing over coolers on tables with eggs for sale. Slamming doors left ajar. Buddhists believe the world will end in a sequence of seven suns, each causing some specific, systematic failure of a vital life function on Earth. The seventh will consume everything....
Curt
Not really cutting someone off, but making sure they understand....
Pink
When I put on a pink shirt I immediately think I’m doing something bold, unexpected. Fuck you expected culture, I’m wearing pink. But really, it’s just light red. And I still look askance at people with mo-hawks or giant riser shoes. Silly fools, using their appearance to signal how they’re different. I should probably just always wear black....
Infection
Under a steel sky, snow falling Likely in April, as the garlic Struggles to push through soil Left on top of it months ago, We forget what we used to know. People used to get sick. They Used to get close to death. And the beer on the table Promises me a buzz, comfort And all the things I want. But what about the things That I know I don't want?...
Preservation
I once had occasion to eat mincemeat from a Ball jar processed eight years before my birth. The dubiousness with which I approached that experience says volumes about our ability to preserve things. Even preservation has it’s limits, you must agree. A ship, replaced board by board over five hundred years will, at some point not be an exercise in preservation, but change. The slow inevitability of change that causes mountains to fall and entire ecosystems to die....