Poem for the Year Just Past
       

It's 62 degrees four days after Christmas
and I'm falling in love with a woman who
appears in a Lending Tree ad. The one time

I visited a circus I heard a male clown
complain to a female clown "I've got a fucking
eyelash in my eye again." I don't know. She

dabbed at it with a tissue or soft cloth.
I was older then, carrying a flask. I try
to imagine two clowns fucking and it's

possible to do. Like dogs with human
bodies staring at each other through eye
holes, thrusting, not speaking. Another decade

is coming to a close, the return of the Swastika.
Everyone's trolling everyone else. I walk
where no one goes in winter, over paths

circling baseball diamonds, a tennis court
with a flimsy net sagging in the fog. I've
watched her commercial on YouTube more than

once at this point. Plus ones for AT&T,
Crest Toothpaste, an excerpt or three from
an obscure movie. Goodbye 2019, you heartbreaker.

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