Go, Then

Catherine Daly

Let us bourgeois. Let's settle!
Then we'll dream
of other people,
knock three times on wood
or metal.

Maybe that won't happen. Next,
we fight until we laugh,
drink until we talk, spending
our last pennies. If we're lucky,
we die off one by one,
unwrinkled. Look:
an elephant's in the garden.

Let's coffee.
Let us joke.
We'll walk into the bone yard
drinking rum.

Catherine Daly lives in LA, where she teaches poetry and works as a software developer. She's got two online chapbooks and many poems online, see them here.

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