they go to bed with gilda
they go to bed with rita
they go to bed
in the beds they all go to
gilda lies
gilda lies anywhere
rita does not lie
go to bed with gilda
leave rita alone
they wake up with me
they wake up in make up
that made them
darling swifts
the lighted bird landed
at me
in each street
you pass one
the ice
it squeaks
it praises
sound of walking down stairs
sound of walking down stairs
not that
not that they’re good
they’re plenty
I can be applied
to anyone
an ordinary
undercover
candle
the bush
she holds a thousand
in her mouth
what house will he handle
next
what houses the sea
a dirty bloom
you have big thoughts
get rid of
your niches
turn up
your collar
sing for her
in the open
take away
the blue
if you could vet
a single mote
swing it
a substance
sticks
give me room
to play cards
an acre
i'll talk to you
tomorrow
when she opens
a door
i had a
too
one time
the minute
you started
to yellow
withhold
the gold
from her
her old mare nightly
breathes
a tune to the wallpaper
to turn it
a june room
enceilinged
the couple of singers
in separate corners
the belle
cassiope
withdrawing
from