This is a poem about being closer to you
This is a poem about breakfast links in maple syrup.
This is a poem about a little night music.
a poem about saguarros, their tuning fork knowings, this is about Arizona, about Ohio
& its diners. This is a poem in which I become vulnerable.
Riddle me this, my you of all yous, what will you bring to this city of nearness?
On my wish list: porcupime quills and the inner leaves of red cabbage
a shiny stone, a nectarine pit,, your mouth, the last mug you drank tea from, and
the quarry—deep and empty.
the reliquary--cluttered
statue; the wine of mathematics. You
know this is a poem about being in the air.
Fighter pilot or sparrow or the trail of smoke when you shoot me down
in enemy territory. I think of blood chits & cigarettes.
the war-zones in your eyes. The wedding in the trench, and me, no bride
a go go.
This is a poem about a chase. The chase is not about the catch; the catch
is you owe me your federal tax return money.
and the better part of your soul, or was that mine?
They seem interchangeable by now. In this poem I approximate intimacy by
calculating the number of impressions I type divided by the number of times you say nothing at all.