Thursday Poem

This Might Be Real
Sarah Manguso

How long in a cold room will the tea stay hot?
What about reality interests you?
How long can you live?
Were you there when I said this might be real?
How much do you love?
Sixty percent?
Things that are gone?
Do you love what's real?
Is real a partial form?
Is it a nascent form?
What is it before it's real?
Is it a switch that moves and then is ever still?
Is it a spectrum of cross-fades?
Is what's next real?
When it comes will everything turn real?
If I drink enough tea to hallucinate, is that real?
If I know I'm waiting for someone but I don't know who, is he real?
Is he real when he comes?
Is he real when he's gone?
Is consequence what's real?
Is consequence all that's real?
What brings consequence?
Is it what's real?
Is it what turned everything to disbelief, the last form love takes?