the neighbor comes to tell me
we landed on Mars. asks:
how’s the wife?
she has reached a state of
unknown. this means:
her body has become the bowl of a lake,
her hair now reaches down to the wink
of an armpit.
I am a victim of the planets. there is nothing
like being present for your own moment
of crystallization. I am doomed
in the service first of all of reproduction. wife says:
there is no water on mars. the lake
is scummy it’s lousy
with ugly life