April
Notes
After
my bath Saturday morning,
I
checked cable news to make sure
we
hadn’t gone to war with North Korea.
I’d
never done precisely that before.
My
neighbors still have lawn signs
from
the campaign standing upright and loud.
Nice
people, except can they be
if
he’s still their guy?
Every
few nights I plunge into my giant
volume
of Walt Whitman to slake my thirst
for
heart on an awesome scale, ride
expansive
lines, absorb, embrace.
NPR
people discussed revulsion: humans evolved
with
disgust for things that made them sick
like
vomit, feces, sex with diseased-looking people.
Now
let’s hone our aversion to fantastic greed.
Recently,
when I became furious with someone I love
I
reduced my sulk time significantly— a triumph.
When
angry, I get a sour bubble in my throat
until
I come out of it, then— Poof! Gone!
When
I needed to quit drinking, but kept drinking,
the
trick was to be damn good, an expert, at lying to myself.
So
I know what hard work keeping delusions going can be.
No
one can do it without becoming twisted. Truth smoothes.