weeds grew in the fifth bedroom
i was mowing the lawns of heaven
when a wet wilderness arose in my heart
she was a vision in pink pearls
like a sunrise or a coral reef
she says she thinks money must be everything
when you count your fingers and the time it takes to cross
nevada
we heard them in asylum
we were patterns of light
crawling over dawn
she says there’s someone screaming in my mirror
the horizon’s lifting off
she says i remember skies that could run and run forever and never turn back
time to go
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)