The Urgency of Cellophane

the urgency of cellophane
shrouds the overpass pink,
the candy wrapper camera lens.
at the tool booth, your voice--soundtrack
to the crossing of canals--
convinces me the pho is best
on the east side of the city.

somewhere on the map,
we’re old lovers in a truck bed.
but for the sake of our bodies,
the palms of our hands
have maps with stringy coordinates.
we orient ourselves:
there’s a marsh fire out the window
but the wharf still hums industrial.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

wow... that was magnificent!

love your writing style, really enjoyed this...

"somewhere on the map,
we’re old lovers in a truck bed.
but for the sake of our bodies,
the palms of our hands
have maps with stringy coordinates.
we orient ourselves:
there’s a marsh fire out the window
but the wharf still hums industrial."

Ooooooohh... very, very, nice.
Antonio