Saturday, July 30, 2022

Eulogy for Forgotten Times

The driven commutes without mentionable
weather or changed radio stations.
A day spent entirely alone 
at home, missing no one.
A familiar walk by the river
lost in thought.
The day you left work 
as though shortly after arriving.
Let’s honor those that’ve carried 
us here with no expectations.
Between pain’s insistence on permanence
and joy’s inspired impressions, we’ve
forgotten times without difficulty.
May times uneventful
return to anonymity.
Our tireless comfort
and overlooked reprieve.

Thursday, July 28, 2022

Everyone Needs a Mimi

She hasn’t shrunk. She’s always been.

In high hair and pajamas, she’ll say,

“Want a pickle, ice cream, popcorn?”

She’s not comfortable until you are.

“How’s work? Do you like it?”

If you don’t, you shouldn’t, and she

doesn’t either. If you do, “Oh good.”

Her stool helps her feet touch

the floor. Her gestures rattle her

bracelets over her arm chair.

And if you’re upset, “Talk to Mimi.” 

Thursday, July 21, 2022

Another Day

You stand up and shuffle in pajama 
pants (awaking Tater) into the kitchen.
“How did dinner go with Evan?”
“Fine. Talked about the usual stuff.”
Tater arches upward and yawns 
on the back of the couch, and then 
walks down my chest and lap.

Saturday, July 16, 2022

Michael Weeks 2

The day after you died, 
your house and yard
were full of everyone 
we knew. I fell apart
when exiting the car,
and went around the house
for privacy. I found your 
dad crouched near a kitten
that played with his hand.
He said, "Hi," and I did, too.
Then we both continued to cry.

Friday, July 15, 2022

The spirit of the mentally ill

The spirit of the mentally ill
wants one conversation
to confirm she exists.
She catches herself
on the corners of reality enough
to suspect it:
a déjà vu in an overcoat
on a summer beach,
the synchrony of a cigarette light
with lamps on streets,
or neck hairs stand on end
when eyes lock with a friend—
            the pith of all hope
            (recognizing her expression
            in a mirroring face)
            passes understanding.
She feels as if something’s misplaced.