IT’S LIKE THE PLANET THINKS I AM ITS HOSTAGE

If you find a room you should cry in it.

People will put their hotels anywhere.

It is good to take life lying down.

You get covered in layers of sunlight

and mercifully most of the stains will wash off.

At the top of wherever you are

the thing is to plant your particular flag.

You up and shove it right into the ground.

Then when you’ve amassed your personal fortune

you’ll know where to bury yourself & your phones.

Because they are so encouraging!

They blink & blink at you fatly their love.

 

 

Heather Christle is the author of four books of poems, most recently Heliopause (Wesleyan University Press, 2015). Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The Believer, and elsewhere. She’s currently writing a book of prose about crying.

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