Lingerin’ Til the Singularity

My body’s buried here, Ray Kurzweil.
How to be a hill, bumpin’ sleds til mornin’ mist?
More slope than barren tree, though memory
shovels in through the nose–
hell, still got knees of green.

 

(originally published in Black Dog Review, Fall 2018)

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