IX

So sorry when I left off it
was like my head fell off it
is just like that song Suspicious
Minds, “We can’t go on
with suspicious minds.” It
reminds me of the president
for some reason
I just started Hemingway:
   “He lay on the flat brown
                folded arms
   of the pine trees”
in a dominatrix costume—
a cowboy we can all cackle at.

                                                  11 August 2003