A Conceit Poem by Rae Armantrout
A Conceit
Local anchors list the ways
viewers might enjoy tomorrow.
One says, "Get some great....", but
that seems like a stretch.
The other snickers, meaning
"Where were you going with that?"
Like you thought
Like you could defend
vanity
in the sense of
idle conceit,
vacuous self-
absorption,
doing whatever
it takes to
whatever
because,
really.
As if to say,
"Conceit
is the vacuum energy."
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