“…You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the window.
Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it. Let’s stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.”
Excerpt From: Antilamentation, Laux, Dorianne. “The Book of Men: Poems.” WW Norton, 2011. iBooks.