One of the many pleasures in life
is knowing that there’s heaven and hell. I cannot remember what
you look like, just that
today’s my own personal

Life-*****-and-I-Want-to-Die Day (which means
tomorrow I will
love my life and want to live forever).
The astrology department reports an explosion
and that people should stay indoors
to avoid tunnel vision.
My star sign says

I will be torn in two directions today – I should
hire a private investigator to count my steps. I wasn’t
going to feel happy for myself but
now I’m stumbling my way out of the bar
with only five dollars in my bra.

A beakless raven hops past
against the dying of the light
and intones
I am the poet Dylan Thomas
risen from the dead:
advancing as long as forever is

I promise I will be ok.