Even the terrible garlic clove
and plump tomato are divined
by your hands and a knife.
Izmir is far and wide: this is
the second time it has come up.
There are helium lights,
it is like nine o'clock at night.
There are a series of squares
on the oceany vista; the sky is cyan.
Being difficult for the sake of
being difficult is an M.O. one
can write home to mum about.
Dov, we had a nice time;
for a decade. Patrick, the
ellipsis kept riding the horizon.
The lips kept swooping in from
Universe B.
Familiarity of the first pop radio
signal, to the moon, say,
gives way to flat waveform.
The lips are dry and dark,
like daubed with burnt cork!
who in the office would've done that?!
Remember the third verse?
that started with "You are
not so inviting / when I think about it."
