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Robert Lee Brewer
Watching the Ice Melt
I hope God isn't plagued by hope.
Heather McHugh
We find Him sitting on the coast of Antarctica
arms wrapped around His legs and humming to Himself.
And we know it's Him because, well,
He just lets you know these things, you know?
So we ask Him, "What're you doing anyway?"
And He just exhales like He's annoyed, tugs
at His Chicago Cubs ballcap and sighs,
"Not a Goddamned thing, man."
Wild-eyed
eskimo dreams
Would I want to dream this stomach,
this head and hand,
heavy as my hollow heartbeat?
Waiting for a damn shame
snow crunch under full moon,
I swallow your bright misery
like aspirin
without water in my belly:
I'll tell thee to run frigid through
security
checkpoints in confusing airports
waiting for a damn shame
poor excuse for something.
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