I’m lying here reading story after story about Zen masters precisely foretelling the date and time of their own demise when I remember my grandfather who must have told us half a hundred times that he'd be dead by the end of the year then went on living another two decades, until his speech slowed and he no longer cursed the length of skirts on television or blamed his arthritis on the Japanese, actually stopped threatening to cut off his own legs when rain rattled the eaves, and mostly just wandered around the house finally unattached to the bottles of cheap beer that had for so long sustained him though he still stopped sometimes to ask for a dish of ice cream.

MICHAEL MEYERHOFER’s fifth book of poems, Ragged Eden, is forthcoming from Glass Lyre Press. He has been the recipient of the James Wright Poetry Award, the Liam Rector First Book Award, the Brick Road Poetry Book Prize, and other honors. He is also the author of a fantasy series and Poetry Editor of Atticus Review.