There is one app for everything
that promises to water all of your losses:
the garden brought forth to full glistening
lost that one blistering Sunday
The house by the lake with rotted sill,
as if in answer to your question
how there might be people bathing
in hot tubs on top of California hills
The I zooms in all directions
the way a Robin splits the air.
Those who chase after fall,
plumb-crazy.
Only the desert speaks.
Loss upon loss, upon loss upon loss
until there is nothing left,
not even loss.
The app speaks in multiple voices.
It pinpoints and tracks you
to wherever you are beside yourself
without food, or gas, or friends or water;
the voice says you are here, simply here,
right here, just now.