Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Take a look forward
Or take a look back,
You might be there
Or surprisingly here
Or, anyway, somewhere near—
You know it isn't clear, but it's all we've got any more
Except to roll in the feces or
Dodge the rain-flooded walkway out there in the yard
Or cringe like sapient dogs on the mudroom floor.

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)