[question asked by Cliff Isaacs]
I’ve tried. I’ve watched
The Walking Dead & Game of Thrones,
read Emma Cline’s The Girls
in hardback, but I hear music on the radio &
think it was better in the 90s & the 80s &
all the times before—odd,
because I never felt at home
in those years any more than these.
I’m like an oak that burns off
half its leaves at the first cool breeze
before August has released its heat.
I come to trends too fast & look foolish,
slow & seem absurd,
anachronistic in my awkward time.
Yesterday, I watched the postman pass &
hoped I had a letter in the box.
Tomorrow, I will talk on the phone,
play DVDs, & sing Nirvana
at the peak of my screeching reach
as though anyone can hear me,
as though anyone hears anyone
not chirping robotic voices
from the mini-ENIAC at hand.