My voice carries further, almost
All the way to the face, I go
But not forth, or I went suspended

When he slide it in the slot and press
the buttons in their order, wait,
he’s empire-building. Damn straight.

He rode “no hands,” speeding
headlong down the hill near
our house, his arms extended,

My mother confuses Topeka with Toledo.
My father confuses me with my mother.
Spain didn’t conquer Kansas,

The windows around Gramercy have eyes.
We look, they look back.
A brook cut through the swamp.

1.

hyperarticulated giant black ants endlessly boiling out of a heaped-up hole
in the sand

To spectate
is a verb
that does not

Sometimes you wait a while for the bus—
the bus of happiness
probably—just now passing the fried pie hutch

She was older, sleek, and had a bite to her, but I was bolder with my knees on either side of her.

She’s given up sex.
She’s given up travel.
She’s given up the rush