Thirty-thousand feet: enoughto clear the jagged Sierra Nevada — but not enough to rise abovethis ringing in my ears. I’ve learnedsome…
It’s dark inside, thatlostness, thatLoch Nessmonstrosity dwelling behind that…
The stinging spreads out from wherethe thoughts pricked, sharp as thorns…
I Don’t Know When Your Head StartedPlaying Hop ScotchIn My HeadBut My Pussy Knew…
Full moon over the shopping mall —in a display window’s silent lightthe naked…