scents
laundry-scent piped into the street. the ozone-
smell of arcing current somewhere
couples with matching helmets biking at night
my housemate’s midnight lamp-oil
laundry-scent piped into the street. the ozone-
smell of arcing current somewhere
couples with matching helmets biking at night
my housemate’s midnight lamp-oil
orion poses nude above the naked
trees, basking in the moon,
sincerest of valentines. isn’t that you, psyche,
still looking for your husband?
friends whose birthdays i’ve forgotten seem
to appear at perfect moments, to accept
the gift of my embarrassment. warm dry night,
hug them all for me
i’ve lost the urge to smoke, but then forgotten
how to sleep at a decent hour
long nights, undramatic, full of soup,
slow and still and free
smokey the cat is faithfully warming my shins
forgotten white bulbs are blooming in the yard
with oxalis and grasses of winter. don’t ever take for granted
the joys you’ve come to expect