It grows more and more beautiful as it grows
more and more determined to kill you. The surface
area of your skin, the surface area
of any large body of water. And still
we rehearse the equations, we drop our desires
into the fizzy interface
between your earliest longings and
the feeling of a remembered private joy,
of having been released from a regrettable promise
like a baby alligator into the Florida sewers.
Were you trying to impress her, trying to impress
your meaning upon her, trying to press
your body against hers, or all three?
But you’ll never forget how her eyes looked in the shadows
of Nuestro Pueblo. The aesthetic dimensions
of minimarts and motorcades is a topic
quite ripe for investigation, but I wouldn’t
advise that you take it on. I know
your research habits too well. That? Oh,
you can only buy that in the outskirts
of Tokyo, why do you ask? The volume
of air that passes through your lungs in a day,
the number of occurrences of the letter ‘e’
in your average teen paranormal romance novel.
I made one, but then I had to let it go.
I guess it was never really mine, because it didn’t
come back, although it did send me a series
of beautiful postcards. I dedicate this seizure
to you. It’s my best one. Don’t forget to feed it.
Hop into a taxi and say to the driver,
“To the margins! To the interstices, sir!”
and see where that gets you. Look out, here comes
a bullet. Sorry, I meant to say
a bulletin. That’s not so bad, is it?
Except for the fact that it’s worse.