pale flowers

sounded like we were chanting
"stay asleep all day nam nam"
"stay asleep all day naaaaaam"
which would have made sense
since we've already been in short
shavasanas three times

I dream of Mary crying, not me,
after I sent her thirty pictures
of pale flowers and
left for china without telling her
she said
"I've never cried this much in my life"

leaves squeaky on my windows
"the moon thus shed"
aggressive grace holding
memories in a bag for me
to write about in my diary
about crying on the phone
about banking
in places around the world
stairwells cleaned out by
my salty tears
in Paris!
and South pas