Imaginary Amazon

Imaginary Amazon

 

When at last we met

(all other possibilities being exhausted)

you admitted having stored inside your head

an atmospheric river full of dread.

I peeked inside: at jeroboam floating next to tetra fish

poker chips, Egyptian sheets, diet pills and deli meats

canticles chanted over pick-up stix

sea shanty-haunted container ships

the dregs and husks, the wrecks and ruins

the disavowals of our affluence

...and a petri dish for life to bloom

while you at home are eating in your room, alone

consumed by the meaning of the telephone.

There were long haulers too

to deposit at your feet as if a part of the silt of that mighty river

all these things, flowing (inside your head).