The American Poetry Review

DECISION [DE-, CAEDERE-, LATIN]

Life is a series of decisions to move this poster to another room; that ass to some other chair.
There isn’t really much to it, and then we’re done for.

There was a time I wrote, seriously, about grief. I wonder why
I can’t do that anymore.

Maybe it’s because I don’tsnowy or muddy or something else entirely, and I’m not driving on it.

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