Un aperçu does not a swallow make
through the attic window
is jealous of me, even
though he has foie gras! I
make do with donkey
dung, or the tongues of
vipers, or an admonished
trying to perceive the truth
of natural selection in every
review of the ranks. But each
is a singular meal when
served with the gentle music
towed in from across the bay.
weathervane with the wind.
Their hostile radio signals
send messages to extra-
terrestrial civilizations. Be
prepared to be boarded.
A line from Grandma Moses
the clouds away. I move outside
to experience the heartache, to
taste the viral infection causing
my battery to shortcircuit. Now
memory is history, & the Fitbit
is essentially useless. I double-
check the Bluetooth connection
to see if it is working correctly.
No joy. I think I’ll just give it to
my girlfriend since she walks a lot.
I’m throwing a hail mary here.