four short poems
Delete the Mobile
I am ready to lean on volcanic activity
for the weary travel consultant Westerner.
Inside her instability is a bonus—
a potential wormhole to the war wounds.
We’ve been cross folding Nirvana.
It’s civilization we hunt to. A phone
was coming too, this is the immunity we love.
For once I don’t need to inhabit
or to appropriate the life;
I need to understand why my
Experience hastens the denials
& what hope there is in a vacuum.
summer ends again.
I do your bidding & you do mine.
the flashes run deep but invisible, &
we are part of the national callous,
standing on a hill & swearing.
“I don’t understand why you
make the decisions you make.”
If he said that in 50 years
it would be completely different.
That’s my idea of something beautiful.
EDMUND BERRIGAN is the author most recently of Can It (Letter Machine Editions) and We'll All Go Together (Fewer & Further Press).
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