These are the objects, the touchable—table, refrigerator, chair,
grease-splattered whiteness and woodgrain.
And here is the sound of the baby muttering and cooing,
background noise, static, the swish of cars outside
flashing by like an anger in the brain,
and the red-white-and-blue license plates with their picture of Lady Liberty—
she’s holding up her torch
as she’s swept on above the muddy roadway. What storywould you see