"Guess."
"The jacaranda, for instance, is beautiful, but not serious.
That much, I can guess.
And that the view is softened by curtains.
That the present moment is an exception,
is the queen bee a hive serves, or else an orphan.
So the jacaranda is foreign and extravagant.
It gestures in the distance.
Between there and here, you ask, what game
we should play next week.
So we'll be alive next week, continuing
what you may or may not mean to be an impossible flirtation"
"Locality."
"Is it nummy?
Yeah, huh?
Song as empathy, evacuation, engined.
It's not that I wish to pledge slavish devotion,
as the singer seems to do.
It's not that I want to be the object of such attention.
But I'll listen to this song again and again.
Where you put them?
Did you for instance, those window bars
reflected in sunglasses, upside down, between remote?
Wires dip obligingly between blanched poles slightly askew.
Any statement I issue, if particular enough,
will prove I was here."