Who was eaten by a taxi
Lost on a beach of fire

Would the waves cover her husband as she did?
Were the many-colored sea gods beautiful?

I remember her floating face in her mother’s arms
A lightly powdered football wrapped in pink

Buddhas on stilted chairs

You know how / fussy he is

Today I am in the room watching the sun evaporate.

Here I am born a brilliant mistake from infinity
And the idea of existence reminds me of turtles

I can not feel her voice I am too far away skiing in Austria.