I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors

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

If America is Babylon / and you are an exile / newly arrived among pagans / Catholic, ‘Ngolan, Black, woman / you already know how to pray

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

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

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

Lights on the dashboard spell out
“You still can’t kiss me”

If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

I have observed, the theorist
I am

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.

I don’t
know why
I’m in the garden
kneeling on dirt