ERIC EKSTRAND
THE FEELING OF LIFE
I’m not sure how
the streets connect
to the houses that
I know are there.
Great comedians
like him are rare.
He leaves the woods
with packages.
.
It’s consumeristic,
wishing there
were more.
Comedians in one long line?
I’ll remind myself
of him
throughout the day
instead. That’s fine.
.
Things, and even
moments,
are symbols
that refer to nothing
outside each.
And that’s why,
when I look around,
all I see is speech.
.
The dawn is like
my sweatshirt
riding up my side.
I didn’t reach
the enamel tray
without getting up,
but I tried.
.
Maybe it’s because
of our accustoming
to strife
we assume that death
could be
nothing like our life.
.
I don’t know
what to do with them.
Maybe move them
to the shade?
The clouds break
apart so slowly,
I finish everything
I had to grade.
.
The comedians
just look like people.
No one seems to know.
Still, it’s so embarrassing.
I don’t like it when
the thoughts
that I keep having show.