A poem by C.D. Wright, via Matthew Ogle’s Pome
I close the shop at six. Welcome wind,
weekend with two suns, night with a travel book, the dog-eared sheets of a bed
I will not see again.
I not of time, lost in time
learned from watches—
a second is a killing thing.
Live your life. Your eyes go. Take your body out for walks along the waters
of a cold and loco planet.
Love whatever flows. Cooking smoke, woman’s blood, tears. Do you hear what I’m telling you?