Reminds us
To be happy
Through these brutal summer days,
And it makes my poor wife
Smile,
Forgetting
What's missing.
When I saw
Ramiro
Shear it down
It was my mouth
Gasping for breath
Not my heart
That made his eyes
Twinge so.
So terrible
The being here
In this place
Where suffering
Is the gift
And what we want
So rarely
Affordable.
And to feel
The unhappiness
Of both
As my own fault
-- All the tells
That could have been tended to,
The details
That could roll out differently.
The shivering caul
Of California
Rides astride
The golden sun,
Withholding
Satisfaction
Like every self-respecting heaven
Has always done.
