Sometimes the resurrection just takes it out of you
& there’s so much left to add to the spin cycle.
For instance, Roger Moore dies as speculation grows
as to who’s the next reincarnated Bond. The president
lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning
again always. The president lands & I already took a shit
this morning. Back in the domestic sphere, cracks in the window
join to grow a hole in the window until there’s no window
& only a hole in the wall. Then a business student shows up,
asks your name, & uses it 4-5 times per conversation serving.
Then Chris Cornell dies & Blind Melon is currently playing
in every shopping center in America. Comes a time
I feel anxious (preoccupied). Comes a time secure, fearful
(avoidant), & occasionally dismissed (avoidant).
Luckily, godweb.org has an article on post-Easter sadness
called “The Morning After.” If you read it
within 24 -48 hours after internment,
it usually keeps the naked body out of the light.
