I am convinced that if I died she would be really annoyed. So when I realized this—that die “real” is actual and potential —I could swing both bodies at once. And one morning on the broad avenue I did and she was there. Her reaction—whirrr clikk—pure nonchalance, walking along as if she were totally somewhere else holding hands with a moth. The sheerest nerve can catch die smallest thought. Read on and learn why.

Plan ofthe city of O. The great square
curves down toward the Cathedral. The
water runs out into night where the patron

Numbskull, inject
At first there seems a placid lake
      on which

                                      The great
            The great           central
                 central           icon

I breathe the noxious air because it is there 
Set free at the last moment 
                                                           a green cloth folds 

Female flesh 
Dissolving into artichokes 
Exploding stars 

in    could    both

whose
on          posite

Day changes from cannon to morning glory
her body dances death dances in the prell light

beads strung out all through Japan’s public parks, my head,

Lie facedown in the pulsating mantra:
                                         dried flowers bathed in sunshine
Of slowly submerging monograms

dinah
shoreme
etsthocea