Tom Snarsky teaches mathematics at Malden High School in Malden, Massachusetts, USA.
The nowness of the danger of the failure to begin. Something waits at the end of the hall to comfort you. Imagine it’s strictly worse & your fault. Everyone has one terrifying wish. Captive, fugitive, symptom, lark. The pain of the future spreads across your body. The looseness of something spoken you didn’t record. Everyone has one dark year. The sound comes first, then the light. The light comes after.
I’m into poetry for the narcissism
Of never getting corrected. Other
Reasons, too. When you see baptism
In its proper, crystalline structure, the
Bells should begin to point to-
Ward the future we all agreed on:
Anteater, poking around in the dark.