do not charge this woman with making me blow my head off
for bringing the song of her waist to my lips
Jack & Jill went up the hill
to the windy keep of Troy
This was long before
apnea set in and all our woe
Mush in a forehead. Rings around an eye. Concentric
stretched arms this
is lesson #4
it is not the collection, but the collecting, that brings wings.
You can see right away there are
at least two stories—
A disco ball breaks at the end of the fever.
i may be waiting
while you wait
in the antechamber
Then is it that unsaid faces meet alone.
just say the word usufruct and levitate
What a joyful thought, to hop away from this musty
twilight bookshop air with a chapbook
So don’t let
man or the earthen
burning breasts in
your hair be my little