Postmodern Miracle’s playing a show tonight
in Olneyville 
I won’t go 
I’m only lonely in Olneyville 

Morning ugh inhale clementines 
are tiny I like them skin on 
Good party trick 
On the balcony George thinks 
we could be naked here 
But it’s already cold and cold 
So they say 
I love my body
Go

see Eileen Myles read 
Two laps around the river 
I’m so tired of the Marxists but 
what would we do without them 
ugh Eileen didn’t show but everyone
in the audience looked exactly like them

Resolved to try trickery again I hate 
my body no no it’s a vessel 
I allow myself two cigarettes a year
and smoked them both in the garage

George is sober but drives 
like they aren’t Full stop on the I-95
then this fourth kid is he a flirt 
or what pretending to forget me 

Walk right by as if I’m on mars
And go dancing 
if I let my arms 
go does it look like I’m letting 
my arms go

Everyone out the window except me
I had fearful parents 
Lean my top half out and smoke ugh
Looking hard for a river or someone to follow
for the next 30 years