—IF I CAN ASK ANYTHING ELSE OF YOU, CAN I ASK THIS: HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT?  

 

 

Eternal Sunshine

 

It’s late

is it even evening where you are

is the moon dressed in garters and

a hockey mask

holding a sabre overhead

how heavy and clear

is your water these days

I have been thinking about nothing

but you

since the beaver broke

through the dam

I couldn’t get out

of prison with a pardon

couldn’t get you

off my mind

even if I had a lobotomy

so I’m here

chucking spears in a mirror

that looks too thin

for its own glass

a million grains of sand

washing up like

the poor dead

on India’s shore