Let Us Consider

Let us consider the poet suffering from anorexic phrases

and shriveled insignificance; the orphaned grandfather clock

borrowing a last tick and the snubbed sock in the dryer,

warm and dry but, to a home, uninvited.

Let us consider the bee that squandered its stinger and staggers; the woman with the name of a flower because her mother’s name was Gladiola and her grandmother’s name was Ambriosa, and her great grandmother’s name was Hyacinth. Let us consider the woman had a daughter named Edna. Let us consider she had pollen freckles.

Let us consider there are no considerations.

They were in the cereal box you spilled all over the floor this morning.

Generations of considerations spilled and wept.