Full crowd tonight– all of Niobe’s kids,
Eurydice, who’ll be leaving early,
and Persephone’s here. It’s Spring in Hell.
I spent this morning crossing the river
In Charon’s boat; he’s gives the best feedback.
I’m still trying to write this one poem
But it just won’t come. I think it’s about
Filling an empty place up with something,
And how the emptiness grows around it.
Sisyphus takes my shoulders in the wings;
Inside I’m trembling over this line like:
I made my world one endless metaphor.
I almost called my brother yesterday.
I just want to figure out everything.