That you made love
on an office desk
on the seventeenth floor

Stretch our hearts ample as a yawn,
so we might accommodate the double-
wide trailer of our neighbors’ grief

“Now, I must tell you of our grandeur,”
she’d written. “We are going to have
a Turkey!!! carpet in the dining room . . .

Rainstorms that blacken like a headache
where mosses thicken, and the mornings
smell of jonquils, the stillness

The way it came spinning onto the lawn—
the elm trees’ chaffy currency, each piece
with a spot of seed at the center; the katydid-

Whatever interest
there was in
difference’s gone.

The sweetpeas, pale diapers
Of pink and powder blue, are flags
Of a water color republic.

Kowabunga! The amoeba was
                                                  mountainous.
Venusian burgers were sailing out

My wife’s recipe for a fairy:
Put buttercup pollen
And a canary feather

Conversation

words=canned reasoning

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Grammar tells us