I'll bring a glass
for the cold drink.
It's 29 degrees be-
hind the belt; cross
our path and I'm
looking for the rest.
He grabbed the buket.
There is no other sound.
But we still make com-
fort food, spicy. I can
see his wrinkled skin like
onion bits like that guy
I saw you quit like a fish
in a net. I saw you hit me.
I see you sleeping in my
syrup. Let's cheer up--
we'll see everything when
we fall asleep. Complete
garbage lives in me and
you're the bad guy who
lives next door to me.
You're a pack of cats
meowing under the tur-
quoise light in the yard.
I can catch a mule from
the window. Pure silicon
and sienna flow between
the two ends of the world.
Shadow gap or rectangle
from the garage. Emerald
nerve and he will warm the
rhizomes and eat the knees
of his relatives. You can't
hear him rocking the bed
like you're so far from dinner.
Overwhelmed with anger,
lying for years, overcome
with anger... Ah, but your
body must be so excited. Pink
azaleas surround the future
garden and now she and her
son are going through what
I went through.
