Most excellent day, please introduce me to
your spouse. I have for so long been a fan
Of the way she smiles, the way she folds her lips
against your teeth, so like a tiger, so like
The cages and nests those beasts seem
to need for your coarse and often boring litany.
She holds you back sometimes, doesn’t she?
My, how worship works. I have seen it often
In the folds of silk pajamas, the way everything glides
to the ground, the way a child smiles at death:
It should be so far away, the urine and decay,
the odors of others worse off than you.
But he smiles. Why even his teardrops can look like
the medicine to the bright and golden trajectory.
Where we are made