No, all things
are
not possible, just as
All things are not impossible.
For instance:
I cannot un-love you.
For instance: the bad guy
never sleeps, and never
tires and in so doing
becomes
the good guy.
Neither badness or goodness are possible.
I don’t think much
of
this descriptive world or of
its
discrete ingredients except as they become
us. Meat, that is, or if you prefer
flesh
(Hamlet’s slings and arrows notwithstanding).
All things notwithstanding, for instance:
the clumsiness of truth (I cannot
unlove),
a spareness
I lack.
The softening of the edge is yellow light,
violins.
But I do not want softening. Nor do I want
this unachievable starkness. But I do want
to
know what’s in the corner.
Everyone’s lining up to see what’s gone wrong.
Or just what’s gone. I skim the headlines I guess
I can just touch the surface before
