there has not been a tuba I couldn't play
or a song I couldn't feel out of the air.
I am possibly more aquatic than i have ever been before
I am also less homely and less at home on sturdy feet
for this is the first major tragedy of the football season
and whose football is this football that we kick while playing soccer
with a small Swedish girl named Horace Three
I trembled and sang and trembled we trembled together under trees
there was no rain and the tremble came from the ocean
listening behind any door revealed the same lost buzz
our tungsten echo was alone, perhaps for once
staring at the apple on the periodic table
I inherited a corner table to pursue my studies
of the microscopic flowers that overcame my sister before she died
"Not now" and, "Some other time."
We were on the surface of the water.
I half collapsed at the Sunday morning window
The air was sawing into me
as a priceless series of waters
on sale at Sav-on for a dollar nineteen.
I will buy nothing in this store because I love myself too dearly.