that black hole was meant to form
out on the street in front of my
house     in your car    a possum
chasing a cat across the road    a
helicopter slicing up the air   & no
room to twist away    perhaps
acting is a genetic talent   perhaps
learned   if dreams require discipline
we had best get started    take me to
your outside room   hoist me over
the wrought iron fence   show me the
pretty graves    the way the moon
sounds shadowed on the lawn