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drain by lady k

MY DADDY HAD SO MUCH MATH

my daddy had so much math
my daddy's math mouth went working
my daddy pulled down a star in numbers
my daddy's equations gave birth
heavenly object of mirth!
manmade more like and watchful
my daddy sent an eye to the heavens
a watchdog of commerce a watchdog of commerce
my hands worry our partisan split
like beads in the soup we cannot swallow
our family in small glass orbits
together alone in chairs

my father's mind running in fields, though
my father's legs running for twenty six miles
we have the same far flung horse in our eye

Cathleen Daly

AT THE LIMITS OF VISION*

The past is blurred, made small and indistinct by tremendous distance
In my journal I had written I will never forget that day
How could I forget if I dumped her, or she me?
The past, they say, is a distant country
a place we left, never to return
And I, another person
that was then
this is
now
I
next
but soon
all my hopes
I know I can change
I know I will make her love me
And some day we will look back at this
I will read my journal of now, and not remember
Infinity rushes slowly toward us, huge and unimaginable
the future is blurred, made small and indistinct by tremendous distance

Geoffrey Landis

* This will be published soon in Landis's upcoming collection Iron Angels.

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