The door. If you pull it it’s heavy; if you
push it it’s hard. 

Bands of distracted emotions snap getting
wider as daytime colors sink and roll on their
sides. 

I needed a long bus ride up-
town like a new hole oh well

I woke up remembered “It is a day”
& went out to make it
                                            be a day

I’ve meant to tell you many things about my life,
& every time the moment has conquered me.

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