Sunday, March 5
ARCHIMEDES, GET OUT OF THE TUB
Grief has made me stupid
and I forget to tell my class
The Important Thing they must
remember. I cannot remember
what a dongle is for and words
I reach for take off like birds
from a fence post. I want to pour
my life into a different container,
but it’s still river water. Reverse
boatman, suggest my students helpfully.
You have a new memory,
says my phone. Eureka, says the shape
of the space inside me.
(Margaret Ray)