CARLEEN TIBBETTS
I Guess It’s Too Late to Live on the Farm
Don’t turn on your computer!
it’s just Randy Quaid
fucking his wife in a Rupert Murdoch mask
while their dog howls behind them
you just feel really bad for the dog
what can save us from the news of the day—
ISIS beheading videos
the deaths of black men gone unavenged
comedians and poets raping their colleagues—
the other night I dreamt I collected stones
with a poet outside an island prison
stones that reminded me we are nothing
in the face of their weathered permanence
in their endurance made sleek by time