Hansel and Gretel were picking strawberries 
and listening to a bronze cuckoo.  
As the forest mist thickened, 

On this tenth day of the year, I play Stravinsky
and sip vodka from a paper cup, taking in the view.
Tendrils twining, leaves rippling, guts absorbing nutrients,

One day Mz N meets a woman
slightly horsefaced
hair a tangle

The problem of evil
can be brought home
in a classroom 

He’d like to be at one with his new self
but memories sit in him like eyes.

The haystack’s painting hangs in the Met;
the painting of the haystack, that is,
the one by Monet, not by van Gogh,

vive morte ma seule saison
lis blancs chrysanthèmes

The fog lies thick over the bay,
                                               above Mt. Tamalpais

what shape should I file my nails I wonder / follow shape of moon usually best / once I did them square

You have a raspberry silk suit.
May I fuck you in it?