I’ve been shooting arrows at the moon again,
Arrows, slowly arcing infinitely
into the dark.
I wish the world would pause.
And one week after the call, it did–
Cell towers down,
No merchant copies,
I stared at my blank television,
Update: Stage III
Hasn’t spread to the brain.
But hasn’t it?
Hasn’t it metastasized 2086 miles,
Pinging every cellphone tower,
Crawling from the phone in faulting words,
To my brain,
To my heart.
*painting by Salvador Dali