No wonder the Antwerp teashops
refuse him—except with a heel of bread
through the back door. Held out

When I am nine, the British quit
India. Headmaster says, "The Great
Mutiny started it." We repeat.

sal               salt-torn and and split salzgeriss    rissen
the limbmap of me li lifted
ju juniper bud          risen salthead

he unsung me from sound scattered bright my red eye eyes unhooked now from the circle of cedar pine cedar silver the beetles went went silent then stonebite one bite burst the rhythm of the sky of a field of of air electric 

                                                                       if ever again 
                                                                       with the waves 
                                                                       the dog’s way east 

I keep circling the Triborough Bridge
Hell’s Gate Bridge always with a line of freight cars
Randall’s Island, my sister in red and gold cheerleader clothes

my muse wears contact lenses, 
 maybe she’ll never see 
  past suburbia 

            look to the light

                     over there

                             here

Six days after I put the Audubon Bumper
on the truck I noticed the difference
and Annie sitting next to me

Guest night. Breath-taking games and—spending. 
I play hand-rubbing host, you guest condescending.