And out of remorse, I would pay
my debt with medicine—
I’m a Latinist, empirically, with my butane
flame. I would
1. Keep out of all cities
2. Raid the costume shop marvelously for Clarence’s head
3. Speak seditiously in society
—yet I would pull verdicts and revelation from Life.
And on the Internet
I browse for an answer to the coarseness
of the age, the erotics of the West I now give as émigré.
When in doubt, I go to the dictionary.
I put the utensils in the sink.
The fish dressed in newspaper burn in my reply—
two quietly listening minds hush, feeling, constantly, nostalgia
for the world.
Copyright © 2020 Ricardo Alberto Maldonado
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