Aphasia
What we came to expect from that gradual cadence
was the feeling that nothing remained
to be said, a harbinger
of colder and more desolate fortunes.
"She buys more socks." As if that sudden switch
to the present tense were a panacea
for the glum architecture...
not only these dark corners
but also those which already were
bright as day.
Which was the least of my extrapolations.
The thickets, their self-indulgent fragments,
confronted my blazer; but more generally,
a slowness and a marked tendency
to fatigue, that generous euphemism,
took the cake.
