“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.
18 December 2009
do you realize it was as if they had never met. rather, they had never met, but perhaps it was as if they had always loved, known one another? Did Adam have any knowledge that God took his rib? Did the woman sing her first words?