The pen cap on the table at the end
of the seats at gate A9 has its
Maybe a woman pulled it from the pen
with her teeth and held it there as
she read her divorce papers.
There is no shame in thinking the way you do.
And if there is, it goes away after a half hour
soaking in the bathtub.
Horses run across snow like it’s not even there.
A faithful wife cleans out the dog kennels
only to wait for the next Sears catalog.
Happy New Year. I hope that 2018 brings some good things for the three or four of you. It has started out cold. I wonder if that’s a sign of things to come, like raining on a wedding day.
There is bright sunshine. It’s clear and there’s snow on the ground. It’s a beautiful scene until you walk out your door and hear the crunch of packed snow under your feet. There’s the sudden realization that a wind that started in the Yukon, traversed Canada and then gained steam down Lake Michigan just slapped you in the face. Your first reaction is to hunch your shoulders. You accept the cold, notice its brilliance and celebrate its beauty. But you don’t have to like it.
I haven’t spoken into a microphone for nine days.
Last night, Alexis and I went to Three Floyds for some ramen soup, cod, Wisconsin cheese curds and, of course, a Zombie Dust. Old Nick Floyd finally got it right with all the people waiting to get in. If you download the Yelp app, you can sit in your car until they text you. Beats standing on the tundra waiting for your name to be called.