too deep?
Mark Sonnenfeld
r e m e m b e r the ice
in the parking lots
in january
when the stop signs froze
and we gave up a weekend?
r e m e m b e r the dying picture
tube&how it creased down the
middle of our tv
and by it my unpublished wild poetry?
down this direction were grumbly strangers
in mind-blowing lines for groceries
I bought me some of that tea
for a cold nose
&for laughs
r e m e m b e r we bought a lottery ticket
and didn’t win
and the solitude
in the middle floor
we looked out the window thinking
so bored
so as not to care
the ceiling&four walls&a wine bottle
a great voice it had like
an opera
sat in the corner slumped
over some talk
that broke my
concentration
being too
deep?
