Monday, April 16, 2018

Jacques and Raïssa

How odd—
that they didn’t find enough meaning
to fill the entire universe
in their own voids,
meeting.

I am sucking down coffee,
like a crutch I can lean on to guide my steps

I should get more sleep for virtue’s sake,
and love not My Neighbor,
but just the person sitting next to me
and the undergrad knocking on my door.

At night, I fall asleep with Dante,
and wake up at 4am to find
my lamp still lit,
and the Commedia balanced on my belly.

It’s been a while since I’ve slept
with something solid or
gone to bed with anyone more fleshy—
Paradiso’s no bad bedmate.

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