Sunday, April 12, 2009

You seem to be getting along
as fine as anyone I've ever seen.
In that way you're common--
you're like that lady over there.
It's what you can't change,
what doesn't really matter
that works.

In one sense,
your cheekbones and eyes and nose
have trapped between them
something that's hard to ignore--
like a campfire.
You're numb to the heat of it,
You're numb to the burn of it,
but the range,
that, you feel.

Standing in line at Trader Joe's,
the proof is unpleasant.
What are there--
the ratios--
have my heart going seven beats per minute quicker.
I'm scatterbrained too,
but you can't measure that.