Don’t Look Up

The name of that lake,

the Russian one;

if the pig-hearted man

still lives. When my

pie chart of what

I need to know is

complete, scratch

on my plaque: she

Some kids broke into

the mausoleum, threw

the bones around,

which is one way to

see a thing incomplete

with context. I was fine.

Seems old-fashioned,

even, now the cave

is hard to find behind

the wall of googly eyes.