The August Preoccupations Poem by Catherine Barnett

So this morning I made a list

of obsessions and you were on it.

And waiting, and forgiveness, and five-dollar bills,

and despots, telescopes, anonymity, beauty,

silent comedy, and waiting.

I could forswear all these things

and just crawl back into the bed

you and I once slept in.

What would happen then?

Play any film backwards and it's elegy.

Play it fast-forward it's a gas.

I try not to get attached.

But Lincoln!

I see stars when I look at him.