By Katy Lederer
That everything's inevitable.
That fate is whatever has already happened.
The brain, which is an elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is.
In this world, I am the surest thing.
Scrunched-up arms, folded legs, lovely destitute eyes.
Please insert your spare coins.
I am filling them up.
Please insert your spare vision, your vigor, your vim.
But yet, I am a vatic one.
As vatic as the Vatican.
In the temper and the tantrum, in the well-kept arboretum
I am waiting, like an animal,
For poetry.
Katy Lederer, "That Everything’s Inevitable" from The Heaven-Sent Leaf. Copyright © 2008 by Katy Lederer. Reprinted by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd. .
Source: The Heaven-Sent Leaf (BOA Editions Ltd., 2008)
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