the post calvin

Fifteen Seconds of Peace

There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.

He would’ve kept carving the crosses, coasters.

Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood

Albert Einstein strolls through campus regularly, I imagine, on his way back home from running whatever errands ghosts run downtown.

I am convinced that he chooses the opposite side just to drive me nuts.

Distant bass jars you from Adrianne Lenker’s sweet crooning.

Jane kept my dreams company as I faced unknowns.

A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.

I’ve been less decisive about the shelves, however.

I’m about to introduce you to my best friend.