LINES WRITTEN IN A JAPANESE NOODLE SHOP WATCHING A BUILDING BE DEMOLISHEDby Sarah Sloat The world’s a sorry business. We sleep uneasily, and when we manage we grind our teeth. The slowest erosion begins inside out: the plum and atom, the fossil, the mammoth inner clamor. The wrecking ball swings back around. Plaster lands like a telegram from another planet: I’ll keep falling until they knock me down. |