One posits a containment / mania / this little decoy we / tug
inside the shatters / of us fringing the world / I guess
it is sexual, a low drag / with unperceived frequencies
The green lobes / of the out-the-window / tree steeped
with yellow jellyfish flowers—we are / enmeshed in nuisances
Where is all that incommensurable / hope? You forgot it
in people / and found it there again, again / turning avian
Her tongue in my mouth / our faces pressed by the rush
of air pushed forward by the D train / we were busy
not taking / I wanted someone menacing / to approach me so
I could perplex / them with rhyme / I remembered words
of mine from the mouth / of a madman—come
home: this is / the loveliest rhyme
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