A Ham Sandwich
...it came to pass there were no more attentive gestures.
—John Ashbery
I figured out the moment you can
no longer call yourself middle aged.
Peeling off the label to see the face
whole with no obstructions, I wonder
if what he actually said when giving
me the instructions: face hole.
Door muscles, an unholy fragrance borders the faces on the tree.
—John Ashbery
