For You Today
Jessica Greenbaum
Of course there is a jackhammer. And
a view, like Hopper,
but happier. Of course there is the
newspaper—the daily
herald of our powerlessness. Easy go,
easy come: thwash,
the next day another, an example of
everything that gets done
in the dark. Like the initiative of
the crocuses from a snow
that was, as it works out, warming
them. Or in this case,
the strange October weather warming
them. There were the
conclusions we jumped to. To which we
jumped. There was
pain, and then there was suffering.
Of course there was my
ambition to offer you the world, but
one that I have rearranged
to make sense. Here are all the
sensations of being alive
at the turn of the twenty-first century,
here’s how they ring out
against each other, here’s how one
brings out the sense of
another, here is the yellow next to
the fathomless blue.
Fun fact: I ate grasshoppers this weekend.
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