So I'll read one more of these and then
I'm going to finish with some poems from The Book of Frank.
So this is a poem that--
OK.
Here it is.
The title is, "Wondering About our Demise
While Driving to Disneyland with Abandon."
"Don't be afraid of all we have pending.
Plasma I sold in Albuquerque broke even
with food I purchased to produce it.
We can manage.
We can start under this tree a quiet hour
of dozing into the bark.
We'll reveal the step forward.
Things thinking about one another.
This crystal and feather asked me to bring them together.
Put them behind the books.
They want a private conversation.
And that means me getting lost to fellowship with grass, soil,
and little stones.
They tell me there is no clear sense
of when we leave this world.
An owl drops a mouse in front of me.
It doesn't have to mean something,
but it probably does.
Help fishing a glass eye out of a garbage disposal
was my favorite time helping anyone.
He was so happy pushing it back into his head.
Shaking my hand at the same time,
we both wished he wasn't my boyfriend's brother.
[LAUGHING]