As/Is







3.20.2005


city

I live in a city of sorts.
It's spread open like a boiled
mussel cracked with the heel of
an oyster knife.

I've lived here always once I take
off my clothes the city begins.
Here it is - dried up and
naked my city listens to adult

contemporary and plans mortgages
children and sensible cars
mottled with little circles of dust
after rain.