In which the poet is interviewed by the poems. “Tell us about yourself.”
|Tell me about your eyes.||I am a periscope|
squinting above the surface
|Why is your soul caramelized with soot?||My vacation in Eden was a hot time,|
but I wandered too long in the garden
|Why did you abandon the piano?||My father re-pointed the bricks of our house|
with Mozart. It was beautiful, but his fingers
tipped the scales.
|I heard you can breathe underwater.||Do you want to see my fin collection?|
Some people have shoes,
I have a closet of dorsal Nike’s.
|Did you once throw your fate on a wheel?||No, that is a lie|
spun from mud and clay.
|What is it with your hair and the birds?||When taking trash to the dump on Wednesday,|
first one, then another (!) seagull
pooped on my head. True facts!
|How did you survive in the desert?||I decapitated myself by rolling up the car window.|
I was tired of the complaining
and that thirsty mouth.
|You cried watching “Valley of the Dolls?”||As a boy I was in love|
with Patty Duke
|What do you do when your back is to the wall?||Write a sex poem.|
|You write of the co-evolution of wolf and shark.||When I stumbled on the carcasses|
of two frozen deer on the beach,
words flooded my lungs with hunger