Yes! I sing, my arms thrown up, Yes
see my inadvertent
secrets stuffed between the jewel-toned Folger
Shakespeares stood across the windowsill! The IQ
puzzle book, scrawled in but un-
solved, and the receipts, grocery and
thrift shop, saved to be
tucked into Salingers, licked
tongues basking drowsily out from the
page-stack! It turns me on
watching you make sense
of me! Your fingers
round and long walk
across the desk’s glass face which like
the moon and all exciting
sexual spit-slicked and good mirrors
you, backlit 7:07 barely-blue, your
hair parted by your neck where two
freckles grin and
that swanlike spine shimmers white
wings to catch
a crossbreeze straight
skyward! Coyly leaning
to thumb a volume loose, a cross-
room look at me flat on my back
with one limp
hand curled against my stomach, the bow
string yanked twangingly taut, and pink
true watermelon granita chewing
gum pink light beams on nearby
apartment towers and parking decks with the fresh
audacity of miosis or
Midas, the world’s bright
blush to have you
staring at her so sweet! Prod these
knickknacks, make that globe
whirl, sift through loose
change to find the oldest penny! Hideki Matsui
beside a Bruce Springsteen votive and a
tin little Padre Pio, the candle
beeswax and lavender
I like so much! And beside it, thoughtful fold
in your brow, you! You scrubbed
me awake! And tonight the city pulses with the
bass-beat of my sorry
heart, each mewling
alarm and groaning
windgust with bitch-heat cut
straight to its
gnarly center! Take
out Howl! Call me
everyman! Do that
thing with your tongue again!
Baby! Baby! Baby!