all day I’ve watched two white moths
trail and braid each other in flight

She doesn’t think so much about the boats
Drifting back at sunset from the fields
Of fish—rubber boots and sunnyslickers
Against the spray and mist of the expiring day.
The water antipellucid, murky and cold,
The revenue of the nets now aboard.

Sometimes when you’re not thinking
what you think most common
goes beyond everything you’ve ever known,

Sometimes you called on those
you’d never know
to come with you in place

I wake up in the kitchen, lying on a wooden bench,
   with you and the waiter staring at me .

What is a nose? Obviously not simply a smeller, sniffer,
or a mere searcher-out of olfactory sensation,

Half the time I’m counting my cash
   like Jacob Marley in hell
and the other half throwing it out the windows

yet when I ask my dentist why he left Russia, he says,
    “Oh, life there is insupportable.”
Where is it not? I think with something approaching despair,

Have you ever dreamed you had sex with someone
   you aren't remotely interested in,
like a guy you work with or one of your husband's friends,

The cows drink with ease. The cows think, if they think,
There isn’t enough ship here to build a barn.