I love the coffee table, so I dance on
it, 7:00 to 7:45am. Was I ever so high
dancing the Charleston to Shakespeare
in college? Or spread over a mound of
clover like an X looking for one with
four leaves? Without a doubt! Most
absolutely! And my timing could not
be better. The hourglass turns green,
digital cameras flash like missiles.
It’s a war to undo all evil spread-
ing like wildfire over the city.
(He wants me like
Custer at Little Bighorn,
their quivering hearts askew,
dapper as all get-out
on a Tuesday evening.)
an orange is an oval
Scene two,
look out the window
at the morning dove
mourning the
crack of dawn.
It’s as hot as I am.
