He thinks of iced tea, free in the South
after one glass (he would drink a gallon).
Tea iced was introduced in Chicago

Not male, not Jew. Impersonator, you
slink the kipa behind the Stetson, hat
the bully blond claims he wants to buy.

Save that the curtains, drawn
and held by jagged darts
arrest the light with flecks of gold

I have to tell my mother the night

is a house in which are no knives.
The heavens grow hell blue

He asks me to make his ass tight, to give
him more and thicker hair. When he seeks himself
in what gets written, it's to learn

Before when he had the Palmer hand
but better: palm trees—light-lined
pencils' curving & flowing, for years,

ROCKVILLE,    Md.,    Oct.    23-5:45    A.M.
A    thirteen-year-old    at    883    Post    Oak    Road
(who    wishes    to    remain    anonymous)    began

Celan's,
meeting with Heidegger:
by John Felstiner's account

He sits by the stove and practices his spectacular meditations.
On the chopping block of reason he surrenders
the fall of rain. By rigorous deduction he arrives at silence.

As if my mind's double-jointed
Sometimes, I have wanted
To bow my head & kiss