10.


Even the milking is apophenaic and somebody rushing


to doctorWhen she bends over


All her famous falls outWhy can’t she understand


RainingIt’s 10:56 in the morning as always


A single moment fractured and worked on


For timeThe weave is like nothing


You’ve seen in the treetops even when two trees


Are crossing their hearts outThe city sets


And once againImagine the deafening layering


Petroleum scarecrowI’m truly affrighted


No one knows better than dear Polyphemus


His one mangled eye in chlorine screaming


Somebody dive in and save him from his nervous


She may be a monster, but I love her