Small Container, Fury
Rembrandt paints his carcass of beef.
You see a little blood near the poppies
and don’t think of detachment.
Humbert and his girl are driving across America.
One has a thirst so unslakeable, one walks
right into the river.
How exciting spring is! and how errant,
holding out love and death
like a platter of the daintiest cakes.
As I do my work, I think, let me topple,
wear thin. Let the world eat me, but
then, let the world sob, not me.
“Small Container, Fury” is from The Wilderness (W.W. Norton, 2014).