What Would I Do White?
What would I do white?What would I do clearly fullof not exactly beans norpearls my nose a manicuremy eyes a picture of your wall?I would disturb the streets bypassing by so pretty kidson stolen petty cash would lookat me like foreignwriting in the skyI would forget my furs on any chair.I would ignore the doormen at the knobthe social sanskrit of my lifeunwilling to disclose my cosmetology,I would forget.Over my wine I would acquireI would inspire big returns to equitythe equity of capital I amaccustomed to acceptlike wintertime.I would do nothing.That would be enough.
Poem Number Two on Bell’s Theorem, or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love
There is no chance that we will fall apartThere is no chanceThere are no parts.