False Carrying Capacity

At six in the morning
the ghost of my 
self came down from

my old, high place 
and admitted
we are both small.

I need this kind
of reminder. I am filled
with gas and often
I get warm. 

In the kitchen
before a window
populated with gray 
investment banks
of unburst doldrum,

I can admit it
to the listeners
that this radio show

has always been
for me and my
possessions.