think of what you have think of escape of despair remember your father in front of the television at two in the morning dead on the kitchen floor at 49 and what about all of the paper wasted in the name of poetry? what about all of the young girls raped by teachers and fathers and soldiers? there is a point where anger becomes resignation a point where your daughter runs away for the last time where your son tells you he's always hated you and maybe it's been raining for three days now and you can no longer pretend you're in love a body is found in the woods and oil has begun to wash ashore the president speaks of god and of war and of the almighty dollar and the baby is due in less than a month the car is twelve years old and pitted with rust you call this place home for a reason