SECONDHAND PORN
His laptop hums like a respirator or like a cat
it purrs as its disc drive spins up
It’s not cancer you worry about
It’s not cancer you worry about, it’s not
the carnation light of your clean
lungs you fear to see go dark in your fist
when the coughing never ends,
as you imagine seated beside someone
who smokes when you do not. No,
it isn’t that at all, you might
welcome the clouds, you might not,
I can’t say because I couldn’t
choose myself, waiting in
while one of our inland seas
would not let us fly home. Braided rain
smacked the glass, delay
was computed in a tower on computers
that voted for Nixon. Beside
me, a man could not be consoled
by his bored clatter of keystrokes,
the simple games designed
to undo time.
Universality is the divide between rust
and the sinking, soft swing sets
No one ever asks but I try to answer
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