Gorilla
By Carol Ann Duffy
It was at Berlin Zoo - don’t ask -
where I came face to thick glass
with a gorilla.
We stared each other out.
Its eyes were smashed rage
under a pelmet of wrath.
Its nose, two boxing-gloves.
Its mouth, an unliftable curse; I wished
it were free,
down on the equatorial belt,
chilling to Morrissey.
With a day’s more evolution, it could even be President.
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Paul had to go back to the dentist on Friday morning to get a tooth pulled -- the one that had a root canal has a new infection that was getting into his sinuses -- so I had a quiet morning putting together a hat rack and doing various other chores. When he got back, we had soup and watched the first episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks season four, which I had been advised centered on Star Trek: Voyager in delightful ways, which is true! Then we went to Target to pick up his antibiotics and a couple of other things.
We watched the end of the Orioles game over dinner, then we watched the new episodes of Billions, which seems determined to make everyone stupid and petty, Foundation, in which I'm no more capable of rooting for Hari than I am for Day and I wish Gaal wasn't constantly a damsel in distress, and The Wheel of Time, a show almost entirely about women with power so even though a lot of them make questionable decisions, I love it (and Lindsay Duncan!). Here is the gorilla family at the Seattle Zoo:
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