If you put one leg
ahead of your body
balance on it and swing

On May 11th, 1943, my father, terminal,
hugged me at home in a New York blackout
and kissed me in his bathrobe goodbye forever

What comes out of the harp? Musk!
And there is a dance no hands or feet dance.
No fingers play it, no ears hear it,

There will never again
be this driveway
of fresh snow, one pair

I have the last pack of cigarettes in the world; but no matches. I am in the bedroom, which has an enormous window, so I have to keep my body between the cigarettes and the window. Everybody is in the other room with the matches. I try to think of some disguised way of asking for matches without giving away my secret.

I took the trip just to try it
in spite of warnings from friends
about over-cooked borsht, dreary

Beautiful little bitch
with your fine bones,
thin and sweet ears,

I’m the one who corrects the blurred
bodies, those grown uneven,
out of focus with

I am dying now from a bite on my neck
that doesn’t stop bleeding. I’m trying
to carry on a normal existence, not

All 74 billion people who once
inhabited the Earth, are invited
to a party. The invitations state