The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each loves you. Each has left something undone. • Did the palo verde blush yellow all at once? Today's edges are so sharp they might cut anything that moved. • The way a lost word will come back unbidden. You're not interested in it now,
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Local anchors list the ways viewers might enjoy tomorrow. One says, “Get some great....”, but that seems like a stretch. The other snickers, meaning, “Where were you going with that?” Like you thought * Like you could defend vanity in the sense of idle conceit, vacuous self- absorption, doing whatever it takes to whatever because, really. * As if to say, “Conceit is the vacuum energy.”
Rae Armantrout was born in Vallejo, California, in 1947, and was part of the first generation of Language poets on the West Coast. She is the author of Partly: New and Selected Poems, 2001–2015 (Wesleyan University Press, 2016); Itself (Wesleyan University Press, 2015).