Thursday, August 04, 2005

viii

I’m eating
blueberry cheesecake
my windows
need cleaning
and the fog
has arrived

went walking
around in Monroe
so everything
out my window
has a sort of
Michigan
surreality to it

right now he’s
doing laundry
mad at me
because I didn’t
get around
to helping him

the birds
in the courtyard
begin to chew up
the street noises
I open the window
and try to find them

across the square
there’s a lit lamp
just inside
a dark room

and I’m having
a dizzy spell