The knuckle of the world fills up
—Jean Day
like a knucklehead. The cats of the world
sit on their wireless routers
and stare into the mod dancefloors
on the upper levels of a hazy metropolis.
Sources are listed anatomically.
He had a wicked day. What’s up?
I’m defeated. So debted. Yuck.
But that was yesterday.
Today, TRAPPED, hello from a worm
in the Castro. I guess I’m going to Boston
on the train. What to do between now and then?
Anyway, what to do.
I am sleeveless, as expert, and
I quote... “
