We live in the most fortunate of times. And
who’s to blame? Our moods like the four
seasons in a tinted window overlooking a
bank robbery. Everyone is raising children
on cable television, on leashes, on the slot
machines that have become our elegies. We
live other lives in high school, college, on the
porch reading the obituaries. Say I miss you
into the mirror while shaving, brushing teeth,
plucking something meant to grow forever.
About this poem:
"'Poem Excluding Fiction' is part of a larger project I have been writing called Exclusions. All the exclusion poems, as the title suggests, are experimenting with writing a specific idea, theme, or object out of the poem. They attempt to question the world through subtraction."