A so-called friend tells me that I might be better off if I’d been shot in a fracas and instantly killed. My life does seem kind of Laurel and Hardy, a kiss of fire accelerant, the whole jamboree vulnerable to the odd stick of dynamite. Whatever happened to the right to be lazy or the majesty of descending the stairs nude? The world has developed a taste for the miserable, the beheaded Christian prisoners who can’t quite get things together.
Howie Good is the author of several poetry collections, including most recently Beautiful Decay and The Cruel Radiance of What Is from Another New Calligraphy and Fugitive Pieces from Right Hand Pointing Press.