Oh snows of only two months ago!
when will you fall back up into the sky
and fall down again like an airplane?

I never seem to hear much, except Tschaikovsky.
What’s the matter with me, especially on Saturday
afternoon? it seems that there’s a park nearby

Do you mean that
my gaze is not a look
and my clothes decide

Shall I come to see
plum blossoms in every stream
and wet my sleeves

The town’s southeastern edge.
Tolbiac Bridge down there.
Endless freight terminal.

When the movie theatre closed
we decided to stay.
It was depressing, at first,

Wedding night
Graciela bled lightly—
But enough to stain his thighs—

I post the sign
late in spring
drawn on sewn skins