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Published: Fri Oct 15 1976
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California
Breaking Down the Day

The morning on which you can worry
yourself to death
has come.
_                    _Negotiating the bathroom
is unintelligible. Eggs scrambled in
the smooth black crater
represent a relief map
of one place you could be going. So,
the bacon spits
in your face.
Over the stove you lean like a weathered oak.
And the grapefruit halved
on the chopping block
open their pink fibrous throats
to you, crooning:
come, make love with us
with your shivering tongue.
_                                                        _You hear the soft tremor
of an elephant cavalry plodding a
snow-covered path out of
the mountains.
_                              _Now you will forget nothing.
Even how it is to be drunk
by the earth
when night drapes her skirts over this forest,
this land slowly changing its name
to anything better.


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Kirby Malone is abroad, writing, on a Watson Fellowship. (updated 1976)

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