LATE FRAGMENT
My glass regardless of its contents
is full of Now—so full of Now
I can drink my fill without fear
of Now going out of business.
When unable to bend an elbow,
I take my Now through a straw.
—from Rattle #23, Summer 2005
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Glenn McKee: “I suffer from a 60-year-old habit of tearing poetry off my life. Not many pages of my life remain, and those that do hang on like surgical tape plastered on a hairy body. Nevertheless, I intend to write myself out of life.”
