That clever
display of wit won't increase your devotion.
De-
does not denote undoing, unless undoing falls on amnesiac
ground. When I told my
daughter what I wanted to do to the girl who broke her brother's
heart, she said, “Mom, you shouldn't even think
that!” Devotee of dew. De-volution's not the opposite of re-,
though shards of it can be found beside
the chain link fence. A
newsman was arrested in front of Trump Tower, because they own the
street. What I got paid to march I measure in my sun-burned skin. Her
debauch was a white dress she was too young to assume. The pleasures
of risk expressed at the expense of his feeling. Desire's not kind.
What I say can't matter; it's
all pantomime. Sit outside his door. Reach for his hand. Muss his
hair. Ask him what he'll do this summer. (Aways use the future
tense.) Turn on the car's a.c. Walk him around the block. To be
mother is to follow with a
broom, to gather in the dust, apply to your forehead, then
lick it
from your
finger.
--16
April 2017, Easter
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