I want to write about eternity too just like the cats probing at their breakfasts or your two week old hands Isadora brushing my beard like sleepwalking windshield wipers or the way the sun uses maple leaves as lampshades if we can spend as much of ourselves in time as out of it if our conch shell ears keep after months the cymbal samba of the sea if your feet tender toweled and purpling remember the ant hills and thumb tacks and jelly spills they haven’t found yet if your big sister and her enormous feelings and your mom and her incomparable well of kindness and how they use each moment almost like a ladle if everything is like breath if we can use jazz the way we use a shower if everything can be a little of everything else if the naked basement bulb of my patience in its morse distress can most times be enough if the slapstick surgeon of memory can hang in if the horror show doesn’t get too hungry for more and more dimensions if we can start carpet bombing the nations of the earth with dollar bills and daisy petals instead if our favorite pizza place can please fall into the amber bath of immortality and we can live there in perennial Friday evening they’re bringing cups of ice and the ovens are awake ————————————– Dylan Emmons called us from Poughkeepsie, NY. voicemailpoems.org/submit/ facebook.com/voicemailpoems x.com/voicemailpoems bsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.social instagram.com/voicemailpoems