Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards.

I buried my heart with the oleander,
where mother left the caul.
I forgot where that was. Somewhere near
the trunk line.

Today I walked to work with my wholesome *******
under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness
and the vase of my ******, I have been thinking such

impossible things.

Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned.

In the corner of my ******* I have built
a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot
where we were supposed to meet
and my boyfriend deleted your number.