With every word I wrote,
the universe grew
more confusing.
I started to sort my life
into little piles:
“awful peculiar,” “awful beautiful” and “awful.”
Decisions were difficult,
and before long,
I was buried under one enormous pile,
the darkness beautiful,
the view peculiar,
the weight of it awful.
Rob MacDonald lives in Boston and is the editor of the online journal Sixth Finch. His poetry has appeared in Octopus, No Tell Motel, H_NGM_N and other journals. Last New Death, a chapbook, is available from Scantily Clad Press.
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ReplyDeletesuch a tight poem--every detail is just right
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