italy
is like
a palm-size
silver finish
a baby carriage
full of press
on nails
something
titled with a
backslash
//
it’s like rimbaud
on avenue a
or baudelaire
on npr
it’s ‘mainstream’
before it’s time
it’s knee-high
to avant-garde
it is
the way i name
a certain
‘inky sky’
it is just a field
in nebraska
where we
stood with
our coats
on
the snow on
the porch roof
it is the first time
anyone has
spoken in over
an hour
look at it out there,
goodness
gracious!
