late summer under the hot metal bridge eddy & me
deciphering
auntie’s handwriting
mac & cheese
a new ripple
in this old puddle
winter moon
brushing her
blue suede jacket once more
moonlight
all that remains
of a roach
car ashtray
day moon the last cinnamon raisin bagel
drowning out
the neighbors downstairs
Xmas lights
AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION WITH
WHAT DESIRE ENCOMPASSES
She said—
as we sipped wine—
she often felt
that glasses
allowed me
to see clearly
what I desired,
even if not why.
Although the truth
probably is,
that near the end,
I didn’t get exactly
what I desired
with ease,
but what I desired
got me uneasy.
Almost as if
you misplace your glasses
and search for them
only to find a different
older pair that still work
kind of.
The Es of desire—
one is a number,
the other a letter
on a compass—
may not point
in the same direction,
but old glasses
can still be filled
with new light.
Isn’t Double vision
still a type of vision—
even if split
by the difference
between her palette
and my palate—
I now ask
no one
and everyone
in particular
or at least
desire to ask,
tho desire
is a roomy concept?
I have heard sufis
—who mostly
sip wine
from glasses—
claim
the one may be singular,
because the others are plural,
while quantum physicists
simply state
that one is plural.
The ease
I mean,
the glasses—
are no longer
on the table
it seems.
