Duane Esposito

PARTICULARS OF MY ORDINARY LIFE

I spend the day lamenting & shaking, quite sad, wasted for the entire human potential. I am unable to face others who, regardless of my gracious, delicious nature, are ridiculous . . . & in our defense, there isn't much to say. Evolution will surely give up on us all. Yet I am glad about such things from time to time as love & triumph & grizzled distress & worldly accomplishment & knowledge comes from my realization of the need I have in the midst of this to create. I am Duane, the Good. My wife's got muffins. I walk through the house scratching & pulling my scrotum. Eat those muffins. & I, distracted by failure, the matter is the loss present in my head, admire her remarkable beauty in the usual way. Admit a few flaws: twisted bones & crushed busloads. Sprinklings for the shit pile. Anxiety all night. 44 sawed-off shotgun barrels. Rising semi-circles of light. Her ass pressed up against my stomach. Nose silhouetted behind my closed eyes. Wind. Rain down the dark hallway. This delicious brain. My Heart's large, illuminate Mind.