as we know it, will eventually arrive
at every event that we call an end:
the year 1999, December 31, the dead-
lines from notices of eviction that says
your home will be an empty house.
Imagine your spouse leaving with your car
with your children. You think the future ends
with leaving. It’s a lie, since it lies at the end
of somewhere you have never been before,
at the tip of Argentina, at the top of Everest,
at some landmark we may have called
the end. Of the world, as we know it,
the end has already arrived. You haven’t.