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

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

arching out of the fiat black sheen
of coffee table,
the six inch crystal dolphin:

This showroom is now open. 
You will see the most complete collection 
of debris fashioned into the necessary shapes. 

It clings like a sheath-dress, 
this synthetic softness 
all of us wear in the office.

I can see the hooked noses of the owls 
And this is how it always begins. In 
The darkness, everything looking

This roller coaster was condemned 
in 1925. You remember that, how the shingly 
underpinnings creak as the cars go clacking 

After the rabbits and doves 
and the sawed-in-two lady, 
slowly unscrew your arms 

The fête confused me. Guests played the part of gods.
There was a woman with white skin who stood
with her pale green robe open all night throwing roses.

We decided to stop drinking and spend Sunday at the zoo. It was going nicely until she worked herself up over the observation that it was a horrible thing to cage the animals.