2.
have there been times when you were really with him?
no not very often
i turn into a robot
it s like another time, the pressure & not knowing at all how to
do it
she has the sash up one inch & raises her hand to feel the air
from here to there & in a complete cube
that s what I want, that sense of the moment
the way someone comes into a room
his face shines when his bicycle s fixed
he drinks a cup of coffee & wants to talk about god
the music he doesn t understand garbled
at first antagonistic
he s asking to be informed
he sees something and tells it, & I can partly join him
I realize that was what I was waiting for
he invites me to lie next to him in the narrow space between him and the
edge of the table
a waterfall & looking out across the tops of palm trees
wake thinking in the dark at 5 turn
on the light, write here with tea
luke wakes at 7:30 when it s pink
twisting stretch out of sleep, bum underpants
- ellie -
what countries would be hurt if a waiter dropped a tray on thanksgiving
blue day outside
in the room orange electric light
basement cafeteria woodwards young
waitress with strange curls `that woman
comes in here every morning first thing in the morning she talks about war.
it s enough to make a person upset'
old welfare bodies breakfast coffee & a donut
red leaves walking fast upslope stiff
leg past tourists to the aquarium
looking for her uneasy she won t come, trying to phone
thinface person khaki clothes a daddy's brown wool & leather
sweater I am so moved to see her, without
permission to say so, feel sorry, have to stay in
the truth of the distance
the turtle's beak, dog nostrils, eyes in creased turrets, flipper s plane
rowing pivoting wings, interminable, knocked
its face against the glass
let / me / out
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