XLIX
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Skip philosophy and go straight to whatI’m wearing. Cords, worn out at the knee.Special sandals so my feet don’t ache.Summer shirt with a t-shirt underneath.
It’s winter. I can’t read a wine bottleheld at arm’s length. I urinate in dribsand drabs, am better now with novels.Noisy neighbours look back at me
from their other world. Transcendenceand nothingness want equal houseroom.I want them to know how to live together.I want to notice every flicker of feeling
as these are the turns by which my soulis made. I want to understand numberalthough there may be nothing to understand.Just a sequence, like growing older. [End Page 242]
Dominic McLoughlin’s poetry has appeared in Poetry Review, The Oxford Magazine, Ambit and The Days of Roses Anthology. In 2005, he won the runner-up prize in the National Poetry Competition (U.K.), and has twice been Writer-in-Residence at the Santa Fe Art Institute (New Mexico). He is currently completing a doctoral thesis, and works at Heythrop College, University of London. dominic.mcloughlin@btinternet.com
