Two Poems
Now that I am productive I am a product That is, I pee gravy.
My life it stood a market ready product
Now that I am productive I am a product
That is, I pee gravy.
I grave chemical peels
That is I peel out of parking lots
Paradise lot
Arguments couched
in a nail bed.
I couch
Couch
What of our couches?
PORTRAIT OF ISABEL RAWSTHORNE STANDING IN A STREET IN SOHO, 1967
What splashes
out of her pocket and foot? Will she get her hand back
at the end of the painting? Is it she
who has broken the sky? Created the circle
around her? Perhaps it is daytime
her absent shadow. She realizes
she is in a package.
