Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Relentless

The Relentless

One day we’ll know how long
the dead have to be dead
before they feel hunger.
One day it’ll be summer forever.
In the meantime, the weather,
looking for its cue, keeps an eye on me;
and I keep whatever money’s in my pocket
crumpled in a ball. A relentless
responsibility dogs me, and the funny thing
is, these are the lyrics to a happy song.
Go ahead, tap your foot,
snap your fingers.
We’re roasting a pig in the yard.

I’m No Longer Troubled By the Extravagance, BOA Editions, 2015
Gettysburg Review, Vol. 25, No 2 Spring 2012

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