Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Easy

                

A little seal from Iceland
has real murdered seal fur
pasted on him. How cute.
The difficulty of calculating.
I stopped. I think.
I listen as water flows,
another room, comforting
me, it probably shouldn't.
I'm easy like that. Yes.
Raymond Carver, it snowed
all over your words,
your windshield wipers,
your words tonight.
You are so very far
and so very good.
And our streetlights tonight.
The snow unmelted on my car.
The snow unmelted.
I think you got what
you needed like the grass,
I won't feel sorry
for you. Your ridiculous peace
like eating pie
with nobody,
long after midnight,
with everybody really.

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