1 egg, large 1 cup sugar 1 cup cocoa ½ cup brandy 2 cups milk
Mix the egg and the sugar (it’s going to require a good egg to get through all this, sugar!). Beat well (we can beat this if we try!). Blend in cocoa (blending in will be of ultimate importance this year!). Begin heating the milk over low heat in a saucepan. (No snarky comment here; just heat the damned milk, okay?) Place the brandy in a glass (any kind of glass… really, you have a snifter? I didn’t think so.), drink to taste.
Keep stirring the milk in the pan.
Keep drinking the brandy.
Pour more brandy (it’s going to be a long year!).
Keep stirring the milk.
Either add the mixture to the milk… or just keep adding brandy.
I mean, you survived 2020 — you deserved to get faced.
The universe is stretched too thin. We listen for the resounding snap. Scientists are baffled; poets laugh. Philosophers gear up for a sudden freeze.
Dark matter we’ve covered; dark energy, too. Neither can be captured, seen or weighed; but once hypothesized, theorized, it’s proven unless and until the next best theory butts in — and still a theory lives… a proven theory.
Tonight I waste little thought matter, dark thoughts on cosmological diddling.
Oh, God! I feel the elephant’s foot pressing
or is it his ass as he sits on my chest?
when I gasp it is not surprise that I experience
too many jacks strewn across the kitchen floor
a world that feels like a booby-trap exhibit
in an arcane warfare museum just off the road
to Flagstaff or Fayetteville, selling Turquoise
trinkets, sun catchers, and tribal documents
If you join, if I join, then we won’t be catching
hell or COVID-19
Alone at my Zoom window I sip confusion, watch
reality become other, another with each announce
meant to reassure but ends up doing anything
but — what we know so far is that we only know
The window mists over as I stare too long into it
The elephant gets up, lets me up as he slumps
to the corner; I’m not saying anything you haven’t