Last night, all night
the dream, the dead
mother, my small sister,
tiny, her mouth
over my shoulder

The extra fine ingredients sift down on you
or stir at your feet and cover your shoes
with the dust of it. The back of your hands,
dusted. Some fine glass particles stick.

by water in the glass bottom boat. As if seen through a cloud. Oil refinery across from flight path. Big white drums.

Jarret, do you have a large velvet pad I could borrow
Or a gold gift box?
I need a round velvet bar,
Jarret and an acrylic earring stand.

I CAN’T WAIT FOR MEXICO TO CONQUER AMERICA

FOR THE FRENCH OF CANADA TO BUILD A RAFT ON LAKE CHAMPLAIN

I CAN’T WAIT FOR LASER SURGERY

I CAN’T WAIT TO VOMIT WHAT I JUST ATE AND SCALD THE PLACE WITH THE CUM ON IT

For the distress of neutrality, the new tenements look out onto empty playgrounds

For the round water, the old men jut pennies as far