memoir of the present moment
it’s the middle of—the week? the street? the sentence,
please i need to borrow your basket because?
i’m looking for something. so ticklish with sound,
eerie with truth. like really good dance music.
like i’m in the middle of—a forest? a pancake? a pancake
burning in a forest while the forest remains calm?
perhaps i’m simply craving breakfast foods.
or what’s burning is me, the most oily of pronouns,
the life crisis that is not yet mid-, is always mid-,
is living. i’m the mid- of a foggy dialect,
garbled district. a primeval game
of telephone. i’m a muddle
trying to dial the cosmos. to sing out
another dizzying bit—of this.
“memoir of the present moment” first appeared in Phantom, 2016.