“Ain’t that the curse of the second hand” (Mark Heard)
My mirror today was time,
with her unexplained folding
each time I recollect
the reason Grandma lives in Oklahoma,
I eat cheerios without milk,
and where the purple-knit scarf came from
“Mad World” looped as I remembered,
not to the absurdity of answers, but
Of Time’s erasal
Of them all.
Job 1:20 “Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.” Really?! Even though I “know” all about Job and know that he was a man of integrity, I still waited for the climax of the parallelism—something of the “and Job wept” or “and Job cursed God and died” sort. But no.