"Lord/I had such a good time and I don't
regret anything--/What happened to the prayer
that goes like that?"
Franz Wright, "Kyrie"
The morning is of no concern to me
despite there being nothing more embarrassing
than a corpse. Little
dead feet, little dead hands
with no one to hold them.
So little dignity in life,
and even less in death. We
go for a swim at 7 a.m. or
play cards while the sun rises.
The morning is of no consequence to us.
Every time I flick on a light switch
a bulb burns out. Every time I
fill the soap dispenser, it overflows.
Maybe there is a lesson here.
Outside the rain falls as if angry.
Inside there is a spider in the tub
I must remove before running
water. What if we are only spiders
living precipitously by a drain? I live that way,
love that way. It’s not worth being saved
by something less kind than me. Fuck mystery,
give me joy; that is mystery enough.
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain: Books
are like parents, they mostly show you
how not to live. I haven’t embarrassed any
body by taking my web underground.