First prize winner of the 2nd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.
I. I hear firemen singing, twenty-five bathers saying, We do whatever we feel. Fawns answer, Like this: rollick; now, in the heart. II. I am alive— but not too much— unchanging, and man, no one has anything, and no one has to know the deal; there are no deals. III. I smell lime, iron, amber— the nteenth odor is excited flesh, the erection of sweat —America, season three, time. IV. I ugh & wane & eye forever (I’m hiking) and Christ, I’m giving in.