I came from winter in the north to summer in the south. Does that follow?
The plaza turned pink with flowers as though a goddess were expected by evening. I waded through the pools of perfume
and passed the empty steakhouse where two busboys were kissing on a table full of folded napkins.
Time had begun again.
A crowd gathered at the city limits: women on foot and a brown girl-cow dragging her rope in the foul crook of the curb. The flat bone between her eyes
shone like a plate of copper in the sun. The border patrolman waved her back with his [...]
The Star-Spangled Turban
Hot pink frosting on my chocolate- cupcake noggin,
switched-on lightbulb- yellow, tulip- bulb topheavy
orange, sky-blue, bruise-blue, navy thought cloud, darkening:
Any towel, any shawl will serve as well to
bind this open wound atop me, mark me off as
not quite level- headed, tops on any watchlist.
It’s Old Glory that I choose this time: I pleat her,
sweep her, set her on my head as reverently as
any U.S. M.C. honor guard triangle
on a coffin.
I have too many bones in my feet and I have too many teeth in my mouth and I put too much clout in follower count and you, my belly my lemon my grove
This house is split by computer cables This house has tables that drop every plate This house is thigh-chafed sun-spoilt and Christ-cradled and you, my wet mozzarella my love
And you, sugar pill pilled sweater sweet jam And you, my jelly meat suckled and shorn And you, my kill and my kill and my kill and my
City’s dumpling makers all went on strike My city is spite gold brass Stoli commercials My city is [...]
When Relinquish on a Star
Of June singing, of Monday singing, of losing you by the wayside singing I never noticed losing you Monday in June, tra la Of March singing, of relics singing of bringing it home the first time singing I invited you home to worry my mother, tra la Sweet treats in the crisper, lo mein on the counter for hours biscuits I punched out of dough for the house to devour Of Rebecca singing, of the concert singing of losing you at the concert singing Intermixing too rapidly for my sexual attention span tra la of quickness singing, of sinning singing, of a longlost girl Friday [...]
MY BODY IS AFRAID OF YOUR BODY WHEN YOUR BODY
My body is afraid of your body when your body moves to move away. My body is a theme party that’s found a deeper way to care about its guests and when they leave. It’s me and not my body that gets the words of the song wrong, My body lies over the ocean, though it’s my body that gets up now to turn off the television. On it, two bodies who aren’t your body read news that pertains to other bodies and are proper inside their clothing. I or is it my body knows when it’s time to make [...]
The Original Self-Pleasure Equation
& other inconsiderate lilies. Or any mineral aspiring to ambulate. Which is not to say living in close quarters. Leaves rubbing & rustling, promiscuous breeze egging them on. To carry on tastefully until the bitter end. To stay on the lookout for aught nubile in negligée. Not to be neglected like the young & juicy fancy their feelings (to the swell of strings). In other words America & its discontents, table of. Quantity, quality, & other mysterious divides. Yet another veiled Islamic reference. No rest for the wary. No wrest for the offended infidel smashing bottles on officious effigies. To be faithful & timid, to redirect [...]