Today's poem is by Natalie Shapero
Whatever I care for, someone else loves it
more, deserves it more: the doe with her
whole mouth crushing the phlox or the seer
who adores my future, whereas I could
take it or leave it. I know I'll disappear.
It won't be glamorous. It won't be like when
the Mona Lisa was stolen and the tourists all
lined up to pay their respects at the empty
spot on the wall of the Louvre.
I've never actually even seen the sky.
I've only ever seen effluents, seen wattage.
The only night I remember is the dinner
of neighbors at which a man I never
had met before said I don't fear dying
look at the past, people have been dying forever, and
then he stopped and shook his head
I drank too much. I was almost saying
that people have died forever and all
of them survived, but of course he made
a hard laugh God, of course they didn't survive.
Copyright © 2016 Natalie Shapero All rights reserved
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