I woke up and found all my deep work
had washed away overnight,
had vanished somewhere downstream,
and my brain called it a tragedy one time.
Then my body took on the form of a cruise missile,
waiting on a destroyer for flight. This is no tragedy;
as a cruise missile I wouldn’t even think
of this as anything more than a good joke
to be savored on my way to a real tragedy.

August 31st, 2013 at 9:07 am
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