It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.

I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.

you quit wearing pants
loaf around your yard
in hole-nipped panties

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped