MAGAZINES
1
Perfect parade-balloon goblin
with his permanent sneer.
His incantation:
I know what you want—
you want things
to “get real.”
You want to
go “there”
bad.
2
Thaw-chimneys blow
trapped carbon
through weakened permafrost.
Remember “permanents?”
Stiff bouffants–
white ladies
in rows
thumbing magazines?
BETWEEN
“The,”
we say,
making
our claim
on eternity.
“The”
short gray
sidewalk between
those shaved strips
of lawn
THE DADDY ISSUE
God can’t tell
whether or not
He’s dreaming.
There’s nothing
to push back
against His will—
no struggle.
He has looped thoughts
about being asked to kill
his son
and doesn’t know
if this really happened
to Him—
or was it someone else?
He wants us
to call him Father.