POSTCARD
How much
vodka do I need
the
quantity ought to be just enough
to submerge
a distracting past
picked and
pawed through for fifty-five minutes
a week which
is why you moved to Brussels
adding to all
that bureaucratic bloat
the empty
elegant little life
you have
always wanted to live
which is
not as bad as it sounds if you are
empty and
elegant to begin with
which is
not as bad as it sounds if you really
truly adore
the Flemish language, darling, and
there’s
this awesome beach on Lesbos where the wind
comes up from
behind you and the water is still and glassy
as the eye
of a Buddha slash maître d’ just before it winks
love slipping
away quietly on a fishing boat at dusk.
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