let's agree: you're great, but this world
is certainly doomed. I can't afford
the price of onions, & winter
never started. consider the rats
living between the third rail & puddles of filth
at 96th st. the family wedding last month
was full of smoke but the chicken was truly delicious.
all the men did shots of clear liquor & all the women
stood around. men are full of rituals like short hugs
or shouting in inscrutable unison. a number of people
turned to me & said you're probably next.
someone out there wants me doing your laundry,
me floating from room to room
like a swan imagined by someone
who has never been attacked by one. dear human,
I’m not a ballerina. dear human, let's never combine
our book collections. everything is melting around us
& god I think we're goners. let's wake up tomorrow morning,
let's plant a field of onions, let's agree: breathing
is lovely, even when the air is thin.