Mapquest
Looking back before directions, I saw how
to make
In the beginning, you’d think we basically won
Whatever he said. The way that way leads us on
It is necessary to be absolutely
Ping of ecstasy drowning a studded beach
Way not to declare that beautiful
Breadfruit, sites of passage into
Before you made bread with your hands
There was a conference for us to go to
Eleven hundred enthusiasts converging
On the last known copy
It seemed a paltry fee compared to
What we paid for the crystal in our teeth
Fingers should be boiling over in minerals
A nod to them, to you
Like I ever existed without extras
If there’s no disco ‘neath the glacial ice it means
We get to invent the music
If there’s disco, I’m going
Which will be hot or cold depending on your
Inner thigh. The babysitter
Ordered pizza with an unused air of expectation
Normal shorts, blood diamonds
I thought were a particular kind of diamond
We had it once and we lost it and now
We have it again, as if that’s any consolation
I don’t attach moss to reference of any kind
It’s too perfect and I’m too busy
Silting the sports bar with day-glo looks
Towards eternity, which is beer for my friends
I could go on singing arias to the
Trees are men, a perfect leisure on TV
But the avenue of displaced shame
It is no longer difficult, driving in New York
You see a lot of aggression directed toward
Doctors, lawyers,
Estranged from their machines, the heart
Goes on wanting architecture but it is not enough
To disrupt
Seeming with seeming
Back
Home
He arrived she a bath
She a shower I knocked on her door
He came downstairs I breakfast
I woke up the sun shine
Tom the meal the phone rang
The boss arrived she a letter
He shave he cut himself
She the dishes the telephone rang
They watched t.v. I on the computer
He arrived I the plants
She cry I got home
It began to rain I home
We saw the accident we wait for the bus
I a magazine she turned off the lamp
I woke up the baby cry
Carol and Linda drive home they saw a UFO
The bomb exploded I talk on the phone
Andrew Gorin is a poet and scholar based in Brooklyn. His creative and critical writings appear in Chicago Review, Urban Omnibus, The Boston Review, and Criticism, among other publications. He’s currently a Postdoctoral Fellow at NYU and an editor for the Organism for Poetic Research (organismforpoeticresearch.org) and The Distance Plan (thedistanceplan.org).