On Seeing a
Seemingly Pristine $30 Collection is a Measly $1 Less Than 3
Because I want it cheap
I’ll get it cheap but still
that don’t mean I can’t
worship some of how it got to
me from the start.
How
opening it once it arrives
will take some saying and
some not and mostly not
and everyday its up to me
if I decide to let the say
have the day and least
ways if it does its up
to me to shut it up if it
needs shutting up. Who
will
tell me it doesn’t start before
the penciled two bucks zipped
quick and blunt on the inside lid
by a fist I’ll never see
Rolling off the line it was
$30.00 but that was seven
years ago now and new and seeing
it’s my tradition as got me
this far (buying used I’m saying
saves paper and makes
for good food if I’m serving
it and anyway nobody’s
complaining it’s something
personal I taught myself
by waiting and watching
and mostly by getting under
my muscle enough to
palm it to calm it and imagine
my four fingers and one
thumb not so much clutching
as letting it be hung
while it goes on and on
beating. Hearts are
like that
I know you know though
how much time do you spend
getting to know your
own?
Shit, it’s inches from your chin,
that flattened hinge of a fan
that holds the middle of your face
in place, where they say
you gotta take it day after day
I made it this far enough to wait
to open the poet
who was thousands of suns
and stars away from me once
and all these years and see
how cheaply bought this New
and Selected? But it’s
not that
You know it and I know it
Nothing comes cheap – those suns
and stars least
Cheap don’t mean easy and if
that’s the first thing
you think about before you slip
your hand out from under
your own calmed heart like
I asked you to though I bet
you didn’t hear me did you
to pick up his I guess you’re well
on your way to letting someone
else’s blood fall on
your lips
and begin to make you
clean am I right?
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