POEM OF THE DAY BY RAE ARMANTROUT

Outage

1

We like to think

that the mind

controls the body.

We send the body on a mission.

We don’t feel the body,

but we receive conflicting reports.

The body is catching flak

or flies.

The body is sprouting grapefruit.

The body is under-

performing in heavy

trading.

2

Reception is spotty.

Someone “just like me”

is born

in the future

and I don’t feel a thing?

Like only goes so far.



-Rae Armantrout