I saw/heard
Creeley read
last night.
Full house/
Gershwin
Theater. My
neighborhood.
Poems about
household
furniture.
Today my
calendar has
a sunflower. I
want small
yellow roses,
try telling a
truth of things.
Someone
asks Suzanne
if she’s lying.
She says no.
Then decides
maybe, yes,
sometimes.
Even trying
not to. My
head rings. I
drink a gallon of water every day.
