So often I dream of the secrets of satellites, 
and so often I want the moose to step 
from the shadows and reveal his transgressions, 

“Wall Street says that cake sales are low”
Or to put it bluntly
“Cake is fizz”

Experience teaches, but its lessons 
may be useless. I could have done without
a few whose only by-product is grief,

I didn’t mean to quit drinking, 
it just sort of happened. 
I’d always assumed 

how can I
ask you to
absolve me

couldn’t stop / himself picking 
his red / lest it
pinken lest / it pale 

as if         you were ever wide-eyed enough to believe in urban legends
as if         these plot elements weren’t the stalest of clichés: the secret lab, the 
        anaerobic chamber, the gloved hand ex machina, the chemical-
        infused fog

For instance, this lushly verdant plain. Imagine it dialed back to featurelessness, each spiraling stalk retracted, each filigree rosette slow-blinking shut.

Give me that! Give me that!
Okay, go and get it.
She fell

The narrow cell contains a bunk,
steel desk mounted on the wall,
toilet, sink, and television;