[MORE BLOOD IN THE EAST VILLAGE]

the laundromats continue their coined cycle I’ll need more than just four hours to be saved

& seeing you in Alphabet City this morning I sat outside my face so many pounds of us half out before me

(wishing my two little nephews a wonderful first snow)

days walk in my mouth I sink night
suitcases & movings the month of sun them to my cheeks

Frank you’re shooting me
I trade in stinkbugs for a whole almond

the ground is cold I sat outside in a bathtub garden

en route to my liver’s hem lover to lover the greenness of small

I pick up wet leaves & press

it’s readying itself for us planning trips instead of food

you remain horizontal