IDAHO
Two tough three-eared deer
on the climb up to Lake Alice:
they think my baby brother
is my man.
Moon
like a drone
over the canyon—
I can’t whistle
for the dog.
I can’t whistle.
GIFT
after Czesław Miłosz
A day so happy: I was in the world.
You were there in the world—
there was no bombast. Whatever
was austere, I couldn’t recall.
I was my name. In my name
there was no world.
Recall me, my austere chair.
I know your name; I phone
your phone.
PURE MATH
Mackerel sky
over our beach— to squint
is to be like all the others.
Electric blue. I expect two yolks
per egg forevermore, & I think
of your striding—
the leaves are profuse,
excessive. Who actually fucks
& who benefits? Psychic’s
awning: PAST,
PRESENT & FUTURE— I was wrong.
In the dream
you’d gotten out of prison.
We watched the launching
of a rocket.
TRANSCRIPT
it’s a welt itself my flag
the tragic mouse under my heel
locked out on the roof it’s still
night’s gross bells night’s violet seal
