My best idea so far had been
to take a girl to a half-built house
and feel up her breasts, but bras back then

What gift is this the day forces
upon the hapless tangerine tree?
It is the gift of sunlight for chlorophyll

Soon you’re going thirty miles per hour
through slush and they’re hardly moving,
barefoot but they’re catching up.

I am not a flower.
I am a chunk of meat
sprayed by the department-store cosmetic technicians,

The husband wants to be taken back
into the family after behaving terribly,
but nothing can be taken back,