11-04-2024, 03:51 PM
Every time a typhoon hits, I feel the urge
to strip down next to nothing, climb our roof,
and recite King Lear,
but it's not so much my instincts that preserve me
as I'm too lazy to commit
to memory much more than Macbeth,
with "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow"
requiring not only a partner willing
to slit her wrists for the bit
but also a quiet, cloudless day.
to strip down next to nothing, climb our roof,
and recite King Lear,
but it's not so much my instincts that preserve me
as I'm too lazy to commit
to memory much more than Macbeth,
with "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow"
requiring not only a partner willing
to slit her wrists for the bit
but also a quiet, cloudless day.