time, day, what is that?
lie across the bed at odd angles
in various states of undress
& listen to noise on shuffle
sun sketches the house next door
in glaring relief, so it’s day
early-ish day
a little later clouds will show up
to wash time
off the neighbor’s siding
random meandering walks divide
the infinitely divisible into chunks
of indeterminate timelessness
pomegranate, tequila, and simple
syrup
spell an endless parade of bourbon
& sodas
in the kitchen washing a stray plate
a moment sudden and crystallized
I become inexplicably emotional
& cry during a Bob Dylan song
I’ve heard passively for 40 years
the rage I have lived with since the
age 16
feels now diffuse and unearned
even if circumstances suggest the
opposite
flit
moment to moment
of
incredible & subjective vision
is
this the world now?
is
it even different
in
any qualitative way?
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