That’s a hot dog with fried onions 
(the kind that come in a can) and stripes 
of brown mustard and mayo. We each 

To feel you knock
your radishy
fist against the wall

I perched curious as a little bird on the windowsill
between the Age of Enlightenment
and the age of thirty. Disappointment scuttled

Split a rental house in Hackensack
with two friends—fellow painters (Judy
and Stu? Suze and Elwood?) who

This tree keeps falling over. I prop it up,
it falls again. And the rain falls
day after day like a broken wet record.