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‘The Audit’ and ‘Red Bank’ are excerpts from Schweig’s forthcoming book, Take Nothing With You (University of Iowa Press, 2016)   THE AUDIT   Groupwise, busy search Start off your week with some cake   Spatula, buy eggs Butter your kayak with cake Harvard, Washburn My girlfriend’s   son’s graduation party yesterday Blackberry outage Some cake (Investigate)   Harvard, spatula, my girlfriend’s son’s party yesterday Busy search, blackberries   The audit questions, investigates the state of yesterday Question the audit Forkful   of angel A wise group of suits, after delays, never came Harvard, margarine Calling and calling,   today, all the neighbors, utter undress, complete disarray, I propped the door open, which is to say   Washburn, kayak I propped my window with an eyeglass case Butter your kayak, cake       RED BANK   Deaths came out of the blue and the weather complied After, the sound of running water and the girls whose names     are not be mentioned He said my disposition was a fragment He drove one-handed Two rules: No complete lines A little blood in the water       EMPTINESS (CODA)   My brother says he can’t afford the future I’m living above a bakery in the city, and a bar next door There is no time Sometimes I hear music     My lover works a shit job, leaving early, coming back late My brother lives out on the shit great plains and says he can’t afford the future     Here, a storefront called The Essence Of Life is open all night What they sell, I don’t know, always the same guy chain-smoking out front, yelling into his phone     (Sometimes, this is the music) I spend time reading conflicting theories, having doubts I don’t think much about the future There is no time for The Essence Of Life     When my lover comes home hungry, we prepare dinner We take walks out by The Essence of Life, say “hi” to the smoking guy (We know nothing of each other)     My brother knows nothing of the future My mother is making plans for her life At night, over the phone, she says, Tomorrow, I’ll start over Downstairs,     music There is no time We know nothing of The Essence Of Life open all night, lit-up and always empty My brother says he can’t afford the future