In the side yard of an apartment house,
a length of twine extended from a downspout
to the trunk of sapling, and hung upon it
in the motionless air, an array of lacy
intimate garments, as they are sometimes called
Her jewelry always gets clumped
together in the jewelry box,
chains clutch each other,
odd earrings lodged in the links.
A quake bucks
against the flush plates
of my heel, up
New Orleans, you beautiful bitch, you.
When the shattered rattle of the road
ricochets too hard, you always
my father’s death wish)
smoke blown into the thinness
of my face
Timing is everything, as they say,
though who they is I don’t know,
but the fact that you didn’t see me
Like us, the hard-charging businessman is having dinner
on the terrace of the hotel at Mycenae, only he is taking
I live in endless theorem. I live relentless correction. You didn’t tell me that we could sell the art: fiscal touching, fiscal touching in the courtyard. It elicits a response. Looking around the house peeling the wallpaper off, all so salable.
Read MoreCrowded on a pull out bed, we
paired, hairbrushes and color palettes
in hand, going to work on the other,
pulled glossy rivulets from scalps,