Sweet Virginia

By Michael Robbins Michael Robbins
I got a letter from the government.
It said let there be night.
I went through your trash.
There was night, all right.
I consider how your light is spent.

I have butterflies a little bit.
I have some pills I take for it.
I’ve been up since four the day before.
Agony’s a cinch to sham.

Don’t worry about the environment.
Let it kill us if  it can.
I give a tiny tinker’s damn.
I put the ox behind the cart.
Consume away my snow-blind heart.

Fastened to a service animal
it is waiting for the beep.
It is waiting for the right to change.
Hello, I know you’re there, pick up.

Source: Poetry (January 2014).

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This poem originally appeared in the January 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

January 2014
 Michael  Robbins

Biography

Michael Robbins is the author of Alien vs. Predator (Penguin, 2012). His poems have appeared in the New Yorker, PoetryHarper'sBoston Review, and elsewhere. His essays and reviews appear in London Review of Books, the New York Observer, the Chicago Tribune, and several other publications; his music reviews in Spin, the Village Voice, and The Daily. He is currently at work on a critical book, Equipment for Living (forthcoming . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, The Body, Social Commentaries, History & Politics

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