Lousy Paperweight Co.

Lousy Paperweight Co.

Memory of the agate ocean,
you are the worst paperweight

my brain has conjured, even
worse than fear of falling from

the elevated train’s platform,
even worse than feel of water

sliding from the sun-warmed
green hose without touching

the spigot, yesterday’s remainder.
Bodies at rest tend to leap into

activity when the room tilts
and shakes. Too many papers,

pal, that’s our problem, and
proximity to big windows.