[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