Rebecca Foust


Barn’s burnt down — now I can see the moon. —Masahide

It’s 52 o’clock & the Project of You 
has begun anew: quit drinking 
again, start jogging. Floss. Get a clue 
about what-it-all-means, what you 
mean to do. Wake before noon 
now & then. Mend the broken yolk           
of your mind; bail its sunk boat.   
Meditate. And for God’s sake, eat 
more fruit. See the dentist & proctologist; 
have some fun. Commit at least one 
unoriginal sin (with a condom, please, 
& without a gun). Go to the barn, burn 
it down, burn the day. Then you can 
see the moon, without you in the way.