car in the other lane, passenger:
a big blonde dog, cartoon of goofy pleasure
taking in the universe, at speed. I know.
I walk on cadenced words for hours,
page turning over page, and emerge
without plot or dialog to recall, but
set me in that world and ask me
for a spoon–it’s in your hand.
You’re so vain
Rain, riot, market fall
All the world’s pains