I. Can't Complain, Flying Rats Self-Appraisal at 62 I'm Not So Good at Corpse Pose Mistakes Were Made What's Terrible Possible Diagnosis It's Benzene, It's Ash, It's Lead, Unambiguously, Elegy with Exhaust Fan and Robin Song at Dusk I Have Thoughts Fed by the Sun, Mortal On a Bench Facing West Death Poem II. Orders of Operation Since You're Alive When I Learn Catastrophically To-Do List Abecedarian with ALS I am the last loss, When I'm on the Bed At the Mycological Society Survivors Banquet I didn't understand Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale" Is This My Last Ferry Trip? Terminal Surreal Abecedarian on a Friday Morning Self-Elegies III. When I Can't Get Out of Bed What You See Isn't What You Get It's Difficult to Understand Today Wake-Up Call Why I Want to Be a Noble Gas Sometimes It's Nice to Be Taken Away Spas of the Mind The Busy Roadways of the Dead Cars & Such Leo When My Phone Tells Me Why I'd Make a Great Chemist IV. John Muir Elementary Next Week We Have a Doudle Assinment There Are Thousands of Pleasures, Double Triptych for the Months of Nectarine and Plum Key Grove How It Is Today What I Didn't Realize How to Fall After Dropping My Son Off at College, Poem on My Son's Twenty-Third Birthday My Nineteen-Year-Old Daughter Is My Personal Assistant, A Poem about Twinflower Spoon Theory Smile If We Didn't Leave the Task to Backhoes Legacy V. I Found Small Slices of Joy I Always Wake Up Happy Taking a Walk with Rimbaud Postcard from Some Unknown Part of My Brain What I'll Miss I Want to Be an Adirondack Chair She's Pretty Much Who She Was, You-n-Me Poetry, Portrait of Apple Cinnamon Mush, Chobani Yogurt Drink, and BiPAP Before and After: A Quasi-Abecedarian Making the Best of It You Are Much More Than This Body.