Having not quite
every man (but
love). Startover
reading Kevin’s
Kylie poems I
have the sun
now in my
pocket, the
disco sounds
of the city
streets upwaft
in my windows
with an airplane
talking about
healthcare and
stomach prob
lems. Irresistible
notoriety. I’m
too lazy to get
up to throw my
chewing gum
away. But is
it instead too
enraptured too
in love as a
nother car horn
goes berzerk
and I pull out
my earbuds
just to breathe
a little?
