Sunday, February 12, 2012

"a perfect—"

sobbing there, over nuclear war,
Bill had always said Clark’s money was damned.

his six cats
he, pointing at fish
in the pond
under his aluminum siding.

the past of too deep
to bear, they’ve said.
but the question of possession,
receptive—
the virus,
retroactive, by nature.
the goal itself retrograde.

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