Curriculum Vitae

Whatever is is is of little concern;
I lie between fronds of grass-colored grass

that ripple in wind like pictures you see of rippling
grass and am happy, uselessly, helplessly so;

O the tens of thousands of meals I have eaten;
O beloved nutrients I have rented

to squeeze through guts of varying dimension
for miles and furtively enter my blood.

O the tens of thousands of kisses, shelved
in the attic of ten thousand books.

O rippling life, how like the grass
you might see in a picture of grass

smoothed by meaningless wind
and the absence of someone like me.

(Originally published in Cumberland Poetry Review)