1
i was for so long interested
in your face cream
every night gazing into the mirror
you apply it attentively
in the morning you
are smooth and soft
i sit on the counter
i read the ingredients
on your face cream
2
we're eating a pizza in the park
the crickets chirp at you
a black suv presses
tiny rocks into the nearby road
it's been circling for a while
crunching waiting maybe
i could not care any less
3
the wind blew dust and detritus
against the side of
the house
for one hundred years
4
every night i
dream the same dream
the same city on a shallow slope
an electric bus that slowly leads
down to a bar near the water
it overlooks the orange
empty sky every drink
is one i've never tasted
and nobody ever speaks to me
5
it wasn't long
before one hundred
more years passed
thirty-three years a bad time
dry eyes and sore back
thirty-three years an okay time
half-asleep in the back
of a bus
thirty-three years a good time
walking writing
softly carefully into the trees