1
The house is a shambles
And the servants are gone
As Mother
Calls from Tampa
Crazy as a loon
Saying
The surf has lost its savor
The pigeons are sour
Saying
I’m there in the mirror
My throat runs to salt
As Father in the garden
Touches the magnolia
The petals float about him
The petals that are bitter
He turns his eyes from you
Once they were sweet
The owl sighs in the forest
The dahlia sniffs at the moon
At night
Mother cries
Gulp it
Swallow it
A wave of water
And it’s over
But the steps are broken
The lots have been cast
You’re on a freighter
A door in the attic
Creaks in the sun
2
Why are the baby whales
Blooming like roses
Why are the tigers
Snapping at the stars
What is Mother doing
Dancing with a sailor
Why does Father’s belly
Slump at the wheel
3
Is it rye is it resin
Is it grain is it flour
Is it orange is it apple
Is it nutmeg is it vinegar
Not that
The moment
The sparrow tests the worm
Swart with the color
Of a dead dandelion
Not that
The moment
The elm licks its spine
The hemlocks along the drive
Collect a fork a spoon
Not that
The moment
The woman sits at the table
And stares at the man
The man tears up the letter
And scrapes at his plate
As the hawks fly over
The clouds that are stone
Save me
She shrieks
4
Does the woman have sorrows
She’ll buy a new hat
Does the man have enemies
He’ll bang down the phone
Mother beneath her veil
Hides the kiss of the sailor
Father biting the papaya
Slops the seeds in a well
Far off the storm grows
The rug sings the milk flows
5
In the depths of the jungle
They’ve been hunting the animal
In the depths of the jungle
Tilting the spaces of night
In the depths of the jungle
Where the sailor is smiling
In the depths of the jungle
As the woman cracks another bottle
In the depths of the jungle
As the man weeps over Barren’s
In the depths of the jungle
Where the natives are gathering
In the depths of the jungle
Holding aloft the heart of a goat
6
Yem will not die for them
You will not be born
Father is he lengthening
To judge where you’ve gone
Mother is she ripening
In a shawl of scent
Hunger of shadows
Is it your path
Ghost in an arbor
Is it your spirit
Now the woman combing her hair
Over a long stream
Now the man rising to meet her
So our journeys begin
7
There are tongues that condemn
There are gullets that betray
If it’s foul
Spit it out
If it’s unnatural
Let it be
As rain fills the valleys
The tips of the mountains
Mother eats her purse
Father burns her photo
With a little laugh
Both disappear
You move from bazaar to bazaar
One taste one smell everywhere