Out of the Country

This is the best that I can do.

A gesture of remorse.  An eye that listens in a language you half understand.

You take the classes. You practice in the mirror.

The sounds come rushing like a waterfall.

You stammer in your confusion while someone points.

The trust fall canvas black admonition of stars in metronome.

Ah, yes. Of course. I’m so sorry. I should have—I know.

They bring you the café. The little spoon rattles one the saucer

As they walk away, exasperated.

Across the street, students loaf and smoke.

They are angry about something.

Tomorrow, I will go to the chaotic airport and hope for the best,

Return to a job I understand but don’t love,

Watch the angry people on television,

Fill my car up with gas, buy cereal and beer,

Let another few more unremarkable years go by,

And try again.

Everything is broken, everywhere.

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