He' sure got a lot of gall / to be so useless and all / muttering small talk at the wall . . . [Dylan]
. . . does one collapse into the first stages of invalidism? When one no longer wants to get out of bed but to remain wrapped in the warmth of the deep red comforter? In sunlight. Feeling a little ill in the center of one's being. Invalid.
Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.
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