what is the writing
whose own answer is
multiple love (I have a)
never at peace
I am as poor as the rest
have you ever
made me cry
in an Italian restaurant
drinking a diet coke
(“Do you know the way to the immigration building?”)
read this book
he poses
for the generations
to come (and come again)
it is a contrivance (the music
the fingers of clouds)
they pick me up
before I know
it is Japanese
or lost in stone
