Experts now advise
I catapult my computer screen through the ice-
shelf of the endangered Larsen Sea, study all cracks
mostly underwater, at depths of 600 feet
I could signal collapse
steady droplets ascend into safer solids, my apocalypse
frozen, speechless at the poles as if
we put it there on purpose
and left it there to think over its destruction
ages ago, kept far at bay. Well,
in about two weeks,
we’re set to un-shelve it like we once would a dictionary
Thumbed open to “ACC–ACE,” too late
we locate and better identify
synonyms for acceleration.
Attorney General Jeff Sessions’ testimony before the Senate Intel Committee revealed one thing. Well-rehearsed anger is less effective than genuine disgust.
With the proper training, Mr. Sessions would have been an effective extra in a cop movie. Some wide-eyed rendition of an officer bewildered by the scene.
One imagines a Russian spy thriller like a Tolstoy story, cold and overcast with a metallic sheen. Names are less important than looks.
I see our current predicament more like a movie by Fritz Lang. Blunt and nauseating at times, but always skipping along as if the world is big enough for everyone to speak.
Our narrative’s characters have started talking. The impending arc begins assuming real shape. When does our omniscient author intervene to tie things up? Unknowable still as of today.
The storm gathers to a point and swallows itself. The last page is missing, torn from the annals of history like a ruptured appendix. The quiet is numbing. The connections, maddening.
I had to shut it off. Despising shallow waters.
How obvious is all this? How predictable? Inevitable? This world should enjoy a shake-up of its senior writing staff. It’s the least we could hope for. Some grace note to tether us to someplace we can call home.
The United States of America is remiss by definition. What becomes of the derelict with self-denial encoded in its genetic fingerprint? I do not recall. I didn’t keep notes for most of these things.
As appropriate, I will disclose the documents. I’m not able to make an opinion of that without clear approval from the president.
Canyons may crumble without prior notice. Department of Justice will not be open on federal holidays, and why not? It’s not wrong. Even if it was wrong it still wouldn’t be.
The irritated General waves down a helicopter on the roof of the U.S. capital building. It’s his dear friend Sergey Kislyak, and he’s brought a thoughtful basket of warm biscuits!
Underneath these biscuits lies the key to this whole puzzle. It is warm and sterile, solving all our inquiries like an unnamed bank teller in the last scene. He smiles as the culprits withdraw their allowance before closing the bulletproof slider.
All comes together without a single speck of dust. We’re in on it. Not everyone is. This brings us into the fold in a way that the subject will never understand. Why should he? He’s lucky the series is still on the air. The coming film promises the end of his career.
Qatar and Comey
clarify Russian bank ties
in Burmese airspace
(The title is taken from a line in “Church Going,” a poem by Philip Larkin.)
Remains Found Under Bridge Possibly
About How Women Get Attention
Abortion Rights, Feminism and Hillary
That ‘Islam Hates Us’ at
Criticism of Her Appearance in
3-Inch Hot Dogs
Caused by ‘Blunt Force Trauma’
The Theoretical Physicist
Asks Spiritual Leader His Opinion
Shrinks or Eliminates Tumors Before
Following Patent Dispute for Gene-Editing
Framework That Reportedly Loads
Traffic and Retires
Early Due to Knee Surgery
Honor Teen Equestrian Rider Who Died
He Is Attempting to Play in NFL
Wrestler’s Trial With Gawker Over Sex
Linked to Cold Case, Police Say
Baseball is ‘a Tired Sport’
Amelia Cairns 3/11/16
There are several options but
I find fragments of him in my desk drawers
You’ll want to take the 1 uptown
Down to the dead skin dust on his glasses
Leaving every six minutes.
Fight the body to save the mind?
“Now With Service Overnight!”
Fresh tissue flanked by rotting clumps
You take the 4 to Woodlawn
They drilled holes in his head to make the growing stop.
Assume the curve of the tunnel wall.
He watched yet could not feel them blast apart
On and off the tracks, we vibrate within our bounds.
Are there casualties? From summers in the Catskills
Peripheral blues and ambers spark
To the tune his father hummed.
Exit by the intersection.
The brain sees this in black and white.
Walk east, hit York, hang a left.
Fill color and shape from memory.
Amelia Cairns (Spring 2013)