First of all Zach is moving very quickly. In the past week he’s bounced from Queens to Atlantic City, Princeton to Philly. I love the mix of images here. Zach seems like one who would casually sip coffee at a cemetery.

There was a time in my life when I lived in the burbs that I took my lunches at a local graveyard. It was nice, quiet, and heavy. The 10% that was creepy/odd is what kept me coming back. My friends humored me one hot summer evening when we sipped beer at the base of a huge tree surrounded by tombstones.
Nice enough for a walk, not a nap though.
I could never let my guard down quite that far.
I’ll be there someday though, all I can hope is that someone walks by my headstone and mutters “Hm, that dude must have been interesting” and Googles my name to find this post. Snap. Full circle.

I love that Zach has chosen Arvo Pärt to surround this poem. It goes nicely with the phrase “Your limbs will be torn off in a farm accident.”

More information about this series here.