I will not, though I would, resolve,
As the New Year’s Eve comes on,
To do, not do, review, revolve

    People did not know what she knew, that she was not really a woman but a man, often a fat man, but more often, probably, an old man. The fact that she was an old man made it hard for her to be a young woman. It was hard for her to talk to a young man, for instance, though the young man was clearly interested in her. She had to ask herself. Why is this young man flirting with this old man?

The season's first few leaves fall.
A zoo is loosed in the grass.

Mourning is in the molecules, gravity

Corridors of the city
End in a deer’s eye.
The deer stumbles among legs

Reader unmov'd and Reader unshaken. Reader unsedc'd
and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still
I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.

In my home we take turns with the remote
and whoever's turn it is calls the show.

Rule two: a change of turn must occur

Winter antelopes into erstwhile
   dogmas committed against an ivory
         cane, and three ducats of pilsner

What does it mean? I lie awake;
My mind needs rest, my bones all ache:
So needy and so loath to take?

I escaped, spinning off
   to heaven knows what
         location, eluding

I see now I was 50 percent to blame.
That’s right. And, because I value fairness,
I’ll apologize for leaving you
alone with my dad that time we sprang him from Bellevue