1613
In solitude and the movie theater equally
She finds herself, like a quarter she'd dropped.
And she says, "Hunger is valuable,
The way irritation provokes invention."
In her everyday life she appears composed
But she is probably humoring you.
When I last spoke to her, on Bleecker
Near the Bitter End, she stared through me.
Alas, dear reader, we do not exist in prose,
A happy fact every domestic animal knows.
1612
In my heart there is a classroom where
I take Spanish, finally, from a young woman.
And she says, "Hunger is very close to man.
Conclude from this as little as you can."
In the event, I am prepared for language jokes
But susceptible to the slightest attention.
When she turns the lens of the class toward me,
Over and over, I think fourmi not hormiga.
And yet I'm too shy to stretch out a tentacle --
The room is down the hall from the left ventricle.
1611
In 1974 it was fashionable to worry,
He recalls for his mother's benefit.
And she says, "Hunger is in stock,
Pan and Wayfarers are on backorder."
In a deserted corner near architecture
But far from art history occurs a kiss.
When he hears the sound, he holds still
Under it, careful of avalanches.
A bookseller mother teaches how to live
As well as a librarian can learn to forgive.
1610
In the backseat of the beat-up Echo
She puts down her brandy and hatbox
And she says, “Hunger is for the weak.
I’m not saying I’m a camel or anything.”
In the front, the two silent men stare
But don’t register any complaint
When she accidentally kicks the seat
In front of her, as well as the other.
The road stretches forward into the trees
Without a thought for the skin of knees.
1609
In a box painted red and marked “In”
He puts his mail and his gloves,
And she says, “Hunger is coming
To get us! Let’s go get a table.”
In the event, he’s equal to the suggestion
But he feels a spark of love
When she reaches in the closet
Up two shelves for her hat.
Better than the light that likes her eyes
Is what the stretched foot implies.
1608
In the early morning on April fifth,
She rises early from her futon
And she says, “Hunger is to remind us
That we owe words of praise.”
In the pantry is a canister of oatmeal
But what she doesn’t know is it’s empty.
When she lifts it, it gives too fast;
In a box marked “crafts” is the new one.
She’s waking up earlier every day,
It doesn’t change what she’ll say.
1607
The papers are
Everywhere, a hundred
And sixty cds
Tucked in their pockets.
Felt piled high
On the scrap wood
Sculptures. There is a
Distinct Collyer
Bros feeling to
Chez Moi today, which
Makes sense given
The preference
For objects my
Vocabulary did this
Etc, hunched over
Feeling of why?
He's not six,
Not thank goodness
Asthmatic -- the light
Coming in from
The north reminds me
Not to stay home
Full time watching
The mail fall
From the sky. Taking
Stock of the mission
Again, it's like music
Begging to be busted
By the rolling pins,
Guess what we need
For a rainbow? Red,
Orange, yellow, green,
Blue, violet! That's
How much we need.
1606
Dot story uh we
Pepper oil now a gust of
Free for the Can You Forgive Her
Party, I'm shallow.
Governor mistakes a should experience
For the scritch
Of a love swan. It grows
From a corm.
Now the life we have dreamed of
With soft cumulonimbus halo daze
I'm catapults. In the wide light
The show story par pars,
Palpates, now come warn
The growing leaf of a shiver
For the cable. The ad
For which we wait watching
The residuals comma luddite.
In the midst of show up
Stag, to lop. Come love
The show of a sense.