On the radio an ad for the biggest hairspray sale ever.
That's funny.
The history of chemistry is bound up
in the history of alchemy.
It's the yin yang of whatever.
The Chinese expression for beloved
means person in the mind.
Beloveds my mind is using me.
It writes the wrong poems, it keeps me up at night with one
thought after another, a Chinese water torture,
drop after drop--
ping, ping, ping.
I go over why you left and get tangled in the sheets.
I read the Latin root of torture is twist.
I'm against all torture used as a metaphor.
In New Orleans a preacher named Seth told me
the churches helped everyone after the floods, Jews, gays,
everyone.
But it would be different at the second coming.
I said nothing.
Three years later the houses still
are spray painted with the number
of dead bodies found inside.
I know someone who says it was the largest made disaster
in the history of the world.
I heard that history is the anti novel, but forget why.
Aristotle says history tells what
happened, poetry the kind of thing that can happen.
To sleep, I meditate on the people I love, growing old.
The impermanence of the body, and the idea
that we already do and always will contain each other,
regardless.