Jessy Randall & Daniel M. Shapiro
Ruining Your Life
Concentric circles hypnotized the girls
he'd lost in some secret way. A salvaged chord
let your wonder burn. Something more
than plain curiosity seemed daring then.
We admired the emotions: you’re hot.
It was easy. How will it end? I can't
go any further.
He will wait for me like that for years.
Smears of fog and permanent devilish smile,
intoxication in the circle of me.
In Unrelated Non-News
I didn’t get your email,
and no, I didn’t
with your girlfriend,
my ketchup’s not fancy,
I haven’t been to the hospital,
I don’t think my project is finished,
I haven’t lost my keys,
and yes, too much garlic.
Against math, the jaws clamp up.
We’re supposed to look for the best answer
because there might not be a right one.
To make an educated guess,
we must cut our choices in half.
Wasn’t that how I found you?
We practice and practice.
You’re my mnemonic.