The guy in his MAGA cap
yells at my friend
that she’s a scaremonger
for wearing a mask
I’m impatient like you to get to the bottom of the problem
of what to call the vacant feeling of our long-ago deportation
from the goats & their creamy milk & the meadows & pastures
they would frolic in each Sunday when my father would
metaphorically herd them…
If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
While exploring the neuroscience of speech and vocal behavior, Sophie Scott stumbled upon a surprising second vocation: making audiences laugh as a stand-up comic.
At a certain age I re-aimed that telescope, first, to look into the window of the young widow across the street, she who made me feel atomic.
You can’t educate a secret. Many defy time and live in the throats of birds chortling about the discovery of the universe, once and always hidden beyond sight.
Bob’s ego sometimes got stuck and its nobody’s business where.
Every summer day was the last I thought,
even before my parents were gone
…we must learn to nest in piles of our own rejection slips and somehow effectively grab hold of the levers and buttons that control the means of writerly production…