Garden-Variety
All I ask is that a bench be placed here
in orbit (I understand there’s no space
anchor yet), near the edge of a serene
black hole, and that, along the back,
right between the sitter’s shoulder blades,
there is a silver plaque, on which, in an
attractive font, is written: In loving memory
of memory, hers and yours, and all thoughts
that have yet to be spilled, spat out, or spun,
and may you experience pockets of reverie
here. And if you wouldn’t mind, dear, armrests.
So funny. I love that aloof but authoritative tone (reminds me of what Dave Eggers did a few times in "How We Are Hungry").
ReplyDeleteI am sure I don't understand this but I read it twice and pictured it and was led into the black hole! Happy Thursday Hannah, have missed reading you...sooo busy!
ReplyDeleteI can so see this as text art -- on a monumental - nay galactice - scale
ReplyDeleteI'm fully in favour of this, both poem and project.
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