Evasion as Fear of Lack of Indifference

by CLAIRE DONATO

 

 

In this sentence, I regret my decision to never get married
And defer instead to a single plastic cup
Covered in cartoon bees
Stained with arsenic
Or a pair of paper tickets emblazoned
With a street address programmable
Into an electronic map whose coordinates I touch, as if
Proximity is a means
To protect myself
From scratching you
While the first snow falls