1
You deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it.


2
The glove compartment
Is there like a Christian
Skill in overtaking, we’re taking
Our provisions from our bags, each one his own
The Savior
Didn’t want to be simpatico, he wanted love
Even for those who didn’t want, he ate
At the same table with his murderer
Don’t you hear?
The fanner
Makes this noise, since recently
It sounds like foaming
Inhuman heat
Hard shoulder ghost train sidewinders
Rear bench pressure
Cheesy blankness
Accident fantasies, the four of us
Are flying, thrust up from the wreck, the two of us
Landing safely, the children
Of Jesus on the driver’s seat and the passenger seat
Bounce exactly back into the flames.


3
His ass, yes
But the rest not

Peter, Peter in all the changing rooms
Of all indoor swimming pools
Of all the chlorine-gravid footwarm crossing zones
In front of all lockers
Next to most same-aged
Between stompin' hard heels, sailing swimming caps, and
Screaming I see that
White
Soft
And, I dunno...oval...
Peter (or God, whoever reads this first)
Why
Me facing, and why
A vulgar idiot like you?

Were the perfect
Spread fair, I had
Severed your ass with a blade
And to the sleeper in my empty bed
Given it as her pillow.


4
The following kindergarten episode from my life
Was freshly dubbed just one moment ago
And now goes like this:
While the four year-old K. is painting in
A sheet for five or six year-olds
She comes near
She, the princess
From Sweden
Or her mother is from Sweden and she,
Just as blond
Just as free
Just as self-assured
As any image of a young Swedish mother, she
Comes and asks me,
Me the best drawer
And worst gymnast
And inconspicuous joiner in games, me
The question
Of all kindergarten questions
She says
In this new version:
“Will you friend me?”
And with those same lips
She offers me
To friend me, too, in case I would
Friend her, the two of us—
No, she says nothing about us. Just like then
In this version no less, K. reacts
Too complicated
Out of constraint,
In clandestine disdain
With a meek idea of what love would be
The eruption of the Q & A game, that is, to the inside as it were
Where language is wild
Aggressive and scared like a
Small animal with raindrop-sized teeth,
K. replies, after a marked moment of hesitating
Something like:
“Do friends have to friend each other?”
And this said, once more everything is
Lost.