ripping the morning glories 3 times from the pot
—Joanne Kyger
Up Drunken Hill for blood sausage, yogurt soju,
and a Korean popstar all of sixteen....
Sorry I spilled your drink all over the gallery floor
and threw the keys into the blueberry pool
while watching Triste. “You’re beautiful,”
he says to the moving pictures screen.
Then we slept extravagantly next to Duchamp
and the National Guardsmen.
{Next morning}
Five people dance into the elevator,
all thumbs and Blackberries. “How fun
it was to see you last night!” And I concur,
even at $12 apiece for Red Snapper
{a miniature Bloody Mary}.
Last night, after stepping out of the gym
into the bus, we had a spectactular lightning storm.
