—LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE ON JUPITER AND MARS 

  

ten-thirteen

 

I don’t know 

what happened 

to the sun 

it’s become 

so disobedient 

running away 

from home 

fornicating with 

hoodlum clouds 

chewing tobacco

and spitting on 

the roof of every

neighbor’s house

it’s been that way 

since you left 

almost two years 

ago today

at something like 

ten-thirteen 

in the morning