Albadune, Whiteout, Zebranivem, Faloop’njoompoola.

—Engaland, she said.

Or a crystal bead of meager bees, a noctifuge

suitcase on the tip of the tongue.

Give me loops. Give me turtles.

                 O remolino de abejas marrones                  en un veliz “noctífugo.”

—Ingalaterra, ella decía. (Como un évolor.)

And her lines rambled on a glass rectangle resolving

into something with sun, a bicycle shadow settling obliquely.

                 In he whole whale of what we mean.