And now you're cutting and pasting . . .
exiting through the gift shop
with Billie Eilish's What Was I Made For? . . .
An uncertainty about how to live? . . .
A turning like the turning of the seasons? . . .
An image of a face from long ago
but the entanglement is like a train
leaving a station recalled
for a phrase rethought . . .
Enough to cross the bridge
with street cred and sky-high interest rate . . .
Not that you haven't been warned . . .
It's the unremitting arrogance
of a violist da gamba stopping by woods
on a snowy evening quoting from
a remaindered copy of How Should a Person Be? . . .
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| Leila Forés |