The Remedy


forgive me, oh June, I am everyone’s fool.
I’ve been tied to the desk, the job, the pursuit
of comfort, & not on my own terms I complain
yet pay the rent, the tab, the premiums several
people wronged me & lived to tell the tale I change
my name so they’ll forget it I put my resume in tabs,
columns, lists I’ve seen only fraudulent natural lighting
in days if you can believe I rise to a timer-set sun lamp my
god, I am missing it all I am—I’ve been hostile only to myself



Praise Kink

I inherited / their desire, still in its
shrink wrap. I was / so lucky.