orange juice poured in the morning
you poured it because you know I like it
but you can’t stand the stuff
eggs and potatoes and ketchup
because it feels like being a kid
our music somehow on the stereo
your paintings on the walls
coffee hot sunshine or rain
in the window

in the eye of the mystery
yes in
the eye of mystery
I’m shattered like bone
on brick
space upon space
as majestic such beauty
parse pierce
can you see the woman
fixing the car motor across
the street

she said there is nothing
at least for now
because
she said
there is but the
evidence of absence
I asked her out
but she laughed
like she owned the place