{I was also re-reading Li-Young Lee's "Book of My Nights" this weekend}

dream about string theory

does a man love the world less
if he drops his empty coffeecup

on the floor of the G train? someone
will pick it up with the newspapers

and gum wrappers and one confused
translucent condom she prods

with a stick and lifts with a loose grace
into the bin – what is her song, the sun

just arriving over Brooklyn?


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