I have your books, your mouth to remember me as well.

no one to dine with
no one to smoke with

your suggestion, “I know a motel,”
coming to my room instead, prone amid sheets

The faces of children
encourage deeds
of innocence

Sea birds over the river
Hover in my dreams at night.

I have built a world for myself
slowly, and without design

Well, what can you do,
it was great fun while it lasted

I am one of those tainted, corrupted ones
who got green bile stuck in her throat,
who cant even speak

These holiday mornings when nobody
gets up at the right time to do what they do
so there’s nothing out there if you’re the one

The delectable names of harsh places:
Cilicia Aspera, Estremadura.
In that smooth wave of cello-sound, Mojave,