

Audrey and Napoleon.Audrey and Napoleon
When Audrey and I were little girls, one with long legs and one with brown skin, we would smear summer plums on our mouths and crush walnuts with her father's baseball signed by Tug McGraw. As we sat on the sunburned rooftops of suburbia and she showed me where her kneecap had a cross-stich of purple cuts from her first try with a pink plastic razor, I lied about my first kiss; she knew and let me talk of greater things. That used to make me love her, but it doesn't


to the cigarette - revised 2tell meto the cigarette - revised 2
about mummies and furnace coal
or pottery men
standing in graves. i need to know what monet saw in the station steam, what whistles he heard forced through a bitter lung.
please release
the machine’s secret, how he comes pumping with boots free of
soot. spell new dreams from your packaged mind your manyarmed tongues
bound like shiva, spinning.
i’ve seen your flyers
hanging from jaws, ads for your newest film,
maybe. you’ll wear a chaplin suit this time, smirking wit

come around sometime, dominic
i'll wake up older,so much older
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