Simon DeDeo
WAKING ON THE LOWER EAST SIDE
the blue of Giotto:
tardy seamstress
to the mind boudoir please,
a pace, a thought
her face: neither
reducible to the mouth
-- the blue
of unfurnished Rooms
sluicing the image on the face
scenario-wild . . .
this means: to awaken with politics on your lips
compressible
bitten by Primrose
air currents
drugs that dilate
I am not lonely, sharing spit with Primrose
full of choiring, my
own voice -- annealed
to timeliness, time
& I wished she would come back, splitting my lip,
my snake.