Benjamin Fisher
Untitled: The sun teaches warmth…
The sun teaches warmth and light and
heaven, but
you can’t be sure you’re a grateful
student—prudent given Ockham’s razor
cuts so blunt agains the grain unsure of
unsewn oats. Once stained nothing comes
clean, obscene blunders/faux pas wonders
like passed out mother holding square bottles instead
of babies.
What thoughts condemn, slits from hip
to hem—you know it’s wrong, but
like train crashes
you won’t
Look away.
In this case, hate the sinner not
the sin.
“Rabounni?” The low woman said.
No.
He is not here, when he is needed
most.
How can an ape teach a man tabled
manners? Play the parlor tricks and hope
they are
enough.
