When in the troughs
of light slinking through the trees, I am lulled into a sense that this could go on forever.
The highway and its unending
flow of cars like a stream in spate taking everything along with it.
I am shocked again
into light, into the particles of
screen bending & warping the space behind them, through the all night parking lot
through Silone's thighs, thick
with cellulite, to the billboard that shows
a close-up of a hamburger
as if it were a religious artifact, and I
believe. I believe in the hamburger, in its marbled meat and toasted brioche, in its sweet
ketchup & mustard.
I believe in the all-night wind,
in the cigarettes
I will smoke later on the balcony.
I believe in what Robert Musil called "the impotence
of being powerful" and I am powerless
before this power, before these things
that keep me.
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