I've come by, she says, to tell youthat this is it
I'm not kidding, it'sover
this is it
I sit on the couch watching her arrangeher long red hair before my pulls her hair up andpiles it on top of her head-she lets her eyes look atmy ...
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
In restaurants we argue
over which of us will pay for your funeral
though the real question is
whether or not I will make you immortal.