OK, I'm going to read a few poems from a new manuscript,
and then I'll be done.
I think this manuscript is going to be called Twizzle probably.
"Tease."
"For lack of which, we put ourselves in a cop's place,
as he puts himself inside the head of a serial killer
rapist who appears to be teasing the police.
Bare tree is to human skeleton as the Holy Spirit
likens objects briefly to make the world up
of provisional pairs.
It makes sense to turn that corner in a black sedan
and to write down everything that passes, to quick step
up the street in a knit red cap one time only.
Red cap is to one time only as--"