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Evan Commander

Thank you (So much)

 

 

What is it about the fossil’s tooth

That makes us question our own dinner?

 

And where do we begin to see

The world we were brought to expect?

 

I was told to wait in the tide.

I was told it would be unfortunate

 

But fair. That the grounds would not

Become lost in the dunes but we will

 

Lose time by the foot.

I cannot see the angles shift

 

When the ground spins

And I still feel still.

 

What do we know of lost ecology

When all we speak of is new cement?

 

I want to know what happens when dawn cracks open

And we walk forever without tomorrow.

 

“You must believe the moon is not a rock.”

You said it like the ocean.

 

 

The Wind-Up Bird

 

I am best in Ohio in winter without you I am thinking

of you I am lost on the grounds that I cannot

 

find my way I am falling wholly falling for it I am

beside myself and always ready to leave

 

the conversation wishing I had thought more about history

when I was thinking of what to say next I am thinking what

 

would Kenneth Koch say no what would Frank O’Hara say yes

I am about to decide my position with regard to the ideal I am your way

 

there I am the one you thought of when you sighed I am sighing

I am getting beautiful with it I am calling on the fall to chill

 

I am losing my accent and no longer recognize my own ideas

I am becoming the man who I am sent to see with regard

 

to the man I am I am possible I am left magnificently stranded

I am trying to get there I am circling the temporal moon

 

only to set and wait and circle again I am in the grass I am

waiting there I am waiting there I am waiting there

 

I have decided that those who get the laughing sickness are

the ones who do not know they need it I know I need it I am

 

wounded and wound around I am and will always

believe that I am I am looking for the cloud behind the bird

 

behind the tree

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