Postcard to a Quiet Boy

for Anthony Delgado, after Franz Wright

All ten thousand images of god, the witch, in a feverAppear, snake braided with staff, clozapine with prozacAnthony, every story I end up telling is terrifyingWhat becomes of the news, what becomes of the mayfly

I'm sorry I'm trying to say everything at onceSomething about a savior, something about a deceiverFuck the god that counts a life in months

Fate braided with chance, goodbye with goodbyeAnthony, you don't know me but I've been tryingTo write you, I've been trying to write you backTo life, it isn't working, it didn't work for me either