Sunday, June 12, 2011

Adam Clay


Any sense is stumbling,
I believe with the greatest

ability to do so.

A thousand breakfasts go by

without a single plate.
This is a world where the cars

drive themselves
and the children tuck us in

at night. Somehow, we don’t mind

the thought that we might
not wake up or even be reincarnated

after the world whimpers and whines
toward its mournful end.

I like that look on your face—
let me keep on guessing

wordlessly and thoughtfully.

It’s time to leave this place
worse off than we found it.

Adam Clay is the author of The Wash. His second book, A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World, is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions. He co-edits Typo Magazine.