Slippery

The day after I turned

5, Alice Notley wrote a great poem

about being born.



Today on the bus, which was

late, I sat in traffic,


reading, but distracted.

Thinking about supermarkets,

and photos of seagulls


flying in the bluest sky,


behind a Honda desperate to turn left.


Did you know I think


you’re so good at kissing,


where I saw & drank in so much.


I knew two ones.


The lovers must rest

& later visit

the most glorious waterfalls in

Washington state.