| What Happens Next What happens next is most important.One of the cats dies and I’m the dad
 who postponed the vet appointment. Two
 doors open. I try not to believe
 in both at once. What happens next is
 revised. When we slid downhill on ice
 I kept the wheel aimed at her hatchback
 so we’d both be equally injured.
 What happens next begs a question. I
 wonder  which of us will leave, who’ll last.
   Shmuel’s Calculations Are 11  Minutes Off Devotional. We climb the staircaseafter groceries, seven years here.
 Who knew there’s an ancient Hebrew Sun
 Prayer sung just once every 28th
 Equinox, the Birkat HaChamah.
 Ritual. Every morning naked
 with you in the half bath, taking turns.
 Shmuel’s calculations are 11
 minutes off. Every year I miss your
 body less.  Meaning I feel closer.
   Satellites Never learned chess. Gave up Hebrew too.Grandma’s walls were stenciled with branches.
 I ask my simple mind to explain:
 how many languages do you know?
 I like the smell of bacon. And you,
 sharing my cologne after shower.
 Satellites guide us through Steven’s Point.
 All day I see fractals everywhere.
 Back home among the pines, I like it
 when our  wildest parts are glistening.
   Easter I wake up each morning filled with bloodand a hankering for strong coffee.
 There’s queers wandering the White House lawn
 and a man held hostage by pirates.
 Dear Baby Jesus, please do something.
 It’s Sunday and the cats are crashed out.
 It’s Easter and I’m sorting laundry.
 I keep my prayers within my marrow,
 arrive each day inside this body.
 Here: some  sunlight moves across the floor.
   Days Within Days Everybody owns this Kandinsky.Squares with Concentric Rings. It’s music
 he heard behind these pulsing colors.
 A simple black frame, 12 more implied.
 Seals killed the pirates. Three clean head shots.
 Now Vermont: we could get married there.
 I know you can't hear what I'm hearing.
 I want to see this room differently.
 Days within days, each ring imperfect.
 I question  the title's translation.
    
 Brent Goodman is the author of the chapbooks Trees Are the Slowest  Rivers (1998) and Wrong Horoscope, winner of the 1999  Frank O’Hara Award. His full-length poetry collection The Brother  Swimming Beneath Me (2009) was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award  in Poetry as well as the Thom Gunn Award. He is an assistant editor for  the online journal Anti-.
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