Minor headache
America is loping along
one foot in the stirrup
the other shaking off
a wolverine; still,
driving with you is
fine, looking for a
restaurant –
a poem, a she-wolf
or some really good
sauerkraut
She tells me they
had to stop feeding
the birds because
of the influx of “Norwegian
Rats,” big as gophers,
then we meditated
and then I pondered
Laurie Anderson’s change
of voice, and how sweetly
this politics blooms into
something familiar; if
only, if only, I hadn’t
rolled with this genre
if only I’d felt it rock
through the cracks,
and spoken more lightly
of myself. If only that.
