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You Are Definitely Coming, So Why Not Now?
after Akhmatova
Life is a frozen lamb: I’m waiting.
I have turned off the lights and been dramatic, opening doors.
Take any form you like.
Why not come thumping great chunks off us,
or cut our necks like bike locks,
or creep into our bodies like a smell in the fridge
or surprise our throats like a tune from the morning radio
that we’ll notice we’re singing the way you notice
a police car pulling up the drive?
I don’t care how. The drains are gurgling,
the sky is a reservoir of wrong-headed questions. And eyes
that I love are losing their tournament