when we saw from the ground not the air 

when you could only use the openings the body came with, 

buildings no taller than the straightest trees, 

everything else we could patch and piece,

rolling instead of folding--circular cloaks, dervish skirts 

how quick is memory, a past face in a new place 

the city pig-tails from some center uncertain 

cause the pig is still walking, lost in truffle dreams, 

restaurants below dirigibles confuse the hunting dog 

when the only fox served is faux, the young beauties whose only solid meal 

is lunch, like we’re back in dormitories flashing our food cards 

racing to be the last one in 

the harder it rains the emptier the fridge the more widespread our hungers,  

dream food steams thickly in our hands like a sauna powered by cauldrons 

of corned beef and cabbage, I wake to my lover licking that flavor 

from my back, dreaming of summer and  that camping spot

 in the ginger tomato forest

here where the street used to end, when we had several paths over the hill

like folding a map of the world into an umbrella—

how many countries can I remove and stay dry.

if all the continents were once huddled together what was on the other side 

& where did it go, like a lake where downtown used to be

cause the oceans rose a foot, maintaining the highways

so the stubborn can drown, learning to taste bad 

coz there’s too many mosquitoes to kill.

why make your own blood when the synthetic is much more efficient 

and adds a compulsive glow—blood shot, blood sausage, blood hound, 

drain the kill but save the pudding, 

by eating the liver we eat the creatures past, all that went through it,

drinking from kidneys, lungs could be a bagpipe or bong

before my stomach’s full it’s started making room for more