To the other high-rise residents the landlord
introduces me as Our Famous Madam
Writer. Reminds me to please try
the hot tub percolating in a tent
atop the roof, the water slimy
and lukewarm. Mid-May. Drumming
my nails on the balcony railing.
(WOMAN ESCAPING FROM CRECHE)
The evening drizzle leaks
under the 1 X 2's. Her blue parka
zipped under blue robes.
She wipes mud from the doll's
eye, turns her back
on the feckless sheep
and knee-high steer.
How did some chicken
cross the road?—That [...]
On top of the ice planet and through a window
we look out at figures on sticks in the snow—
colorful hotdoggers headed downhill in a hurry.
Hurry! A tourbus of the world is about to depart.
We sip what's warm in our cups. The display
is crowded, co [...]
We stepped off the train into one more town
briefly without rulers. Only snow. The old
consonant-heavy language felt like foam
in my mouth. Which road. On the left? No,
two rights. My hands flailing in confettied air.
You asked about the slogans on [...]