OK.
I'm going to read mostly for my second book
since it's almost out.
Yeah, it's all I have to say about this one.
"Diagram of Pretty Please."
"On skis I crisscross the plaza.
Doorstep to stop light, think to thought.
Let the thistle leave the forest discreetly on the possum.
Let the sweet buns in the bakery window
overlap and smudge their icing.
In as much as my arms are full of compass roses,
I know exactly where I'm going.
That's my love there in the swivel chair.
I'm the sugar bowl on wheels."
It's my only love poem in the book
so I feel, better put that one in there.