Sorry, Something Went Wrong
You stay up past 2 a.m. sifting through the 8,615 search results for beef jerky on Amazon. A faceless stranger appears at your door, smiling to the extent that he can. I would love to know the outcome, but I must leave before the winos who drank poison liquor turn the most garish rainbow hues. Every definition degenerates sooner or later into an illusion. Want a for-instance? Although he invented the Heimlich maneuver, Dr. Heimlich was never once called on to use it.
Life Is What You Make It
The only maps available are missing some countries. It’s what machines dream about, a language that has no word for the past. To live well, Mayakovsky said, you must live unseen. Which is different than saying there’s nothing left to see. Orange red, raw umber, and maize are all colors that still exist. The dream of space travel hasn’t thoroughly dissolved yet into clickbait. Even the couple in the murder-suicide pact recognize the difficulty of their undertaking. As mother liked to say, Life is what you make it. Now it’s a boat. Now a flower pot.
Howie Good is the recipient of the 2015 Press Americana Prize for Poetry for his latest collection,BACK
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