I’ll follow the off-beat rain / creating a new rhythm against the window’s back.
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
I’ll follow the off-beat rain / creating a new rhythm against the window’s back.
The truth is, you were better in the imagination.
When John and I tried to make rocket fuel / in my basement lab, we ground up / sodium chlorate and sugar, / and it blew up.
We sat, shadows / in shadows.