OF COURSE I'M FOND OF THIS, MATT
Now I need to write, but something is preventing me.
My dollars don't equal dollars
in this economy of parenthood
in this dustbowl
I return
my wall street, the walls I built
to shield
from small figures on a vast horizon
of vast horizons & lake houses
boats & dementia
bottles bobbing in the lagoon
& a watery face saying "daddy"
& a watery face saying "darling"
because & I say
I do declare
Fuck Sentimentality. This is just--
it is just & it is real.
The mountains can't recede
but I'll push them off the line
of sight if need be
if you need me
if you need.
