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| Abstract Meadow 21 x 29.7 pastel on paper c/o Karin Goeppert |
CONTEMPLATE
THIS
I’m trying
to be a better person.
I really
want to improve.
I usually
only eat meat that’s been
coddled
from “stable to table.”
I renounce
violence at least
three times
a week. Still,
I almost
regret not deconstructing
my wife’s
first boyfriend’s distinctly sagging
inexplicably
self-satisfied face
when he
dropped by for dinner
during the
Great Heat Wave of 2011—
deconstruction,
yeah, that’s it, between dessert
and a
lovely espresso with a splash of grappa in
it would
have literally hit the spot.
Therapeutically
minded
I contemplate
various forms
of domestic
plant life. The slightly
nodding
fronds are reassuringly mute
yet an
orchid’s pale creamy petals
as pale and
creamy as sauce
over one of
those pigs, roasted now,
who, if you
believe the PR department
died happy—and
over Swabian pasta—
make me
think of W. eating and talking
talking and
eating
and all I
want to do
is disable
his point of view.
The world
is made of ten-thousand opinions.
Whose logic
isn’t exhausting? At the same time
the trees
are ecstatic with birds, their
give-and-take
mercifully indecipherable.
Swirling
flocks of swallows
soaring and
dipping in Cairo
doing
somersaults in Athens, in Berlin
and there I
go again—just can’t stop dropping those names.
