This one looks bent, not a moon
plus says I'm sorry, I'm sorry, way
races its own bunched shadow,
wad. Just another flawed clod
by the U.S. Naval Observatory,
means something very important
just is that part in the Iliad
when Ares in school Latin
twins dread and fear. Do we
care? In 1877 even night sky
astronomy. He had married
who found this moon. 1877:
and a Vanderbilt; Crazy Horse
bayonetted from behind. This was
or take. You were fear and dread,
A white corset sleeps on the floor
rolls. Somebody had unbuttoned
here we all are, strange air. Try
the Windsor knot in your tie,
but you will die by smashing
degraded and trembling,
that's why we practice dancing
to get used to being so close
to do it, to crash through
trash? The water in my jelly jar
Formica tabletop trembles
and even the fish in the bowl
as if already knowing what she
as if already held in the wet hands
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but a bad ping pong ball,
too often. Rises in the west,
sets in the east, contrary spit
named for phobia. No, named
1877. Phobos—its name, like yours,
to somebody, or did once, now
nobody reads anymore page 127
summons Deimos and Phobos,
still dread dying? Fear it? Hardly
promised empires: a manifest
his math teacher, the fellow
Brigham Young had just died,
in newspapers had died in prison,
yesterday. You were alive then give
no, you were starlight and vodka.
by the bed. Coffee in the morning,
something on somebody and then
thinking about something else—
your plush new socks. Phobos, sorry
into the parent, but so will we all,
begging for one more day, maybe
by standing on their shoes, just
yet still touched by love. Will it hurt
the mother's teeth and become black
drinking glass on the strip-edged
as my mother leans down closer
has gone mad, racing back and forth,
will do to me when she gets here,
of some new and terrible god.
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