I dreamt you at the Tate
Leaned forward on a long bench, long legs
taking up the whole sleek area
Drawing your own sneakers & eating a tuna melt
cut in half
After you offered me that 50%
I took out my own giant sketch pad & we switched—
size 14 men’s & size 7.5 women’s, archival
Who cares about matching
The dream occurred on a plane
traveling north from Phoenix to Denver & now
carouseling slow is my neutral hardside
& Sade, through Bluetooth, intends to leave like a lion
Anxiety Speaking
All I want
went flowsy
& sop-studded,
crust cracked &
acted out. Losing
the word just
makes for, like grande
or tall, blackberry or
pea shoot, arabica
or canephora, options.
Who presses a daddy-shot
chick backs up in seconds.
Farm clock style,
patience running afield.
Cut or pan to fresh
pow on the Rocky range
framed in shop windows
& spelled out in sharp Brit
yesterday conversation.
Just watch if a return
classes up the surprise.
