Dave Nielsen
I’m Right Here
The doll jeep in the middle of the floor
is ready to go, surfboard strapped
to the roof rack.
It’s got a real radio
that picks up, you know, well, the radio,
and a spare rubber tire
in case of a blowout.
If I was five feet shorter,
I might take this puppy
for a little spin.
At the very least, I could just park there
beneath the table lamp,
flipping through tunes,
watching my humongous family
get ready for the funeral.
Closed casket, of course.
Everyone still wondering
where the body went.
Momentary Musing on Earthquakes
When you imagine an earthquake,
you probably think of dishes rattling in the cupboard,
tiles falling from the ceiling,
roads opening up and swallowing cars whole—
bridges snapping,
buildings collapsing.
None of these is the real earthquake,
however, that you need to worry about.
The real earthquake
makes no noise,
sneaks up behind you—
exhales on your neck
colder than a blade
before entering in one ear
and exiting out the other,
more invisible than an electron.
Only your eye begins to twitch.
In a moment, your whole body is trembling.
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