9

LONG PAUSES BETWEEN CAKES

I’m not sensitive
I just notice everything
And remember it
Forever. And then
There are the ideas
Those everything-covering
Details suggest
To my restless contingency;
How many years they’ve kept
As bribes
Not to appear. Not to be
The Brazilian flag but
How many months have you gone
Without cleaning the light
Out of your playacting?
The giggle in the carburetor
Is telling. It is a figleaf.
It is a book of verse.