Two Poems from Diorama 1871
September 30, 2023
I began to suspect the town wasn’t full of settler women at all
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I began to suspect the town wasn’t full of settler women at all
:: your message is of ordinary length :: so you may be assured of its delivery within the year :: providing we have not so bad a mud season as may depress the mules
A bison will savor a dust wallow.
His motto is “Anything goes.”
Have a look at the ants in the closet
eating your clothes.
At which point, I have to wonder. A great many things.
In the office park he spoke of the land.
To the loan officer, of the land.
At the temp agency, the land.
Deposit doesn’t mean cash. I mean the layer of ash
Distributed equally on both my palms.
…But if “catching
the ball makes
the catcher feel good,” what
makes any of this history?
Everyone will get one.
Tomorrow. They are tomorrow’s apples,
And they are sweet.
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