My mother confuses Topeka with Toledo.
My father confuses me with my mother.
Spain didn’t conquer Kansas,

The windows around Gramercy have eyes.
We look, they look back.
A brook cut through the swamp.

She goes off to look at birds.
I go for a shot in the dark
With room for cream.

George W made a painting & painted his toes pink
Like the meat I eat
& the color of my baby’s penis.

I walked in the door, took off my coat, took off my sunglasses, set them down with my keys, took off my shoes and socks, my jeans, my shirt, my bra and underwear, set them all on the chair by the door

Lying awake in the middle of the night.
What was and wasn’t done.
Things I don’t like about people I love.

We began to meet there
On the mops.

The Ponte Vecchio was built
For butcher shops.
The river stitched with bridges

gul   any flower

gul   a candle’s tongue

That day in winter: the rows
of shabby cages, stacked
like death-camp bunk beds,
in which tiger kittens gamboled,