"Days With the Family Realist"
A doorknob on a chicken
my grandmother said once, meaninguseless, stupid. Most of us,
most of the time, are thatexactly. Not that
we don’t have our ambitions,even our nickel-and-dime
nobilities. Still, some nightswhen I can’t sleep, I look
in the mirror, I study this manwho’s planning his own small
parthenons and relativity theories,bank heists, moon shots, deathless poems.
Go milk a fish she also said.
Text copyright Albert Goldbarth
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