2021

THEIR GOOD INTENTIONS AN ACT OF AGGRESSION
- Whalen

The specifics of this rosebush
Getting-up-in-the-morning
Have now made my fingers tingly,
I am a kinetic sculpture of a man
Sitting up straight,
In love with my wife my hands
Stroking her hair.

When I get home from the rising tide of paper
I have the strength to kiss her in the kitchen.

She is so alive, hungry,
And I am unshaven. It's nothing like I thought it'd be,

It's better. The antipodes of New York City
Is somewhere in the Indian Ocean --
I'd better stop digging
When I get to the molten core.