Jet-black lager like domino on swan / Toddler thoughts on the moon’s face / I wrote a novel during the year I knew you / Your casino watch and birthmark / We curved evenings out of rigid anger / You reminded me of a dead world / which is to say my childhood / I knew our time was baby time but I gave / it away anyway, spewing dollars / from buildings. As if no one could touch me / if I closed my eyes