No middle. Too bad. A rectangle on slender legs.
  Ask my friends what I have said worth remembering
  Notice that I love anything that
  Crunches. A ruminant.
  Yesterday I tried. God knows. Today I begin with promises.

  Men in my dreams? Always familiar but odd.
          Last night my dentist curled my Cher
          Hair in red rollers.
  Chambray shirts. Levis. Suede jacket. Gold earrings.
          That’s me. But I sound like some bitch from Jackson Hole.
          I don’t mean to.
  Let’s say she was always interesting, sometimes
          Beautiful.
  Let’s imagine a fire. She rushes into her house to save
          Five things. She burns with indecision.
  Always says a childhood prayer. Every night.
  No middle. Too bad. Built like a Snickers bar.
  Dang. She’s good company.

  11/13/00