Fresca’s got a new look
but I’m not drinking
that. My coke

She prefers
my phone &

using my
computer
w out the burden
of her life
last night
I described
it open
a circle
she kisses
my knee
its life
that is
my name
they thought
she had
a lot
I think
it’s enough
I mean
it’s astonishing
if I had (his)
I could
feel everything
but as it is
I know
what it is
I love your
lips.

Do you
only
go to new
places
is it true
did the
planet
just get
born

I found a lengthy word with a non-Russian ending,
unwittingly, inside a children’s storybook,
and turned away from it with a strange kind of shudder.

When we take the downhill runs into account,
the world of avalanche and thaw, the shifts
in altitude, patterns that trace them down

You can only have a lot of power,
never enough:

The horrendous infantile
shrieks and caterwaulings
of our dirty existential alleycat

Flinging sticks and calling
to an amphibian black dog,
he clings, buoylike, though probably

I bought a camera, though there were
many reasons not to.
In spite of the reasons not to

But which of us is the mademoiselle?