Living Above the Frost Line: New and Selected Poems
I am among the living.So many trees,I make an agreement with leaves,acting silly, singing-Give me all your oxygen,I’ll give you CO2.Wegia is pleased. It rains.We watch the sun set as if visible.
Witnesses saw it all, heard the crash,the speeding blue Camaro stopped deadat Pinelog Bridge. Sam Beck insistshe saw a man fly through the windshield,
Something in me moving fastwants to fly out through my eyeslike a body thrown free of the wreck.
Would it be better to turn offthe set, refuse to hear, maybemake up a lie or two of my own?I have to make myself laughsometimes or go madand my gods help me do that.
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