Tomorrow always packs a fresh challenge in her pocketbookand prayer is rarely answered by the party you are callingListen to someone who has been around awhileafter all, it takes a hundred-year droughtto expose the remains of a shipwreckSomething else I want you to know—sawfish have lips as luscious as a mangoand it’s almost always a mercy to bedenied the things you want mostI remember after the warwomen drew lines down the backsof their legs, then went into the streetand kissed perfect strangersGod I hope that doesn’t happen againNo shoes on the couch. Peels in the trash