Int.  Polly's Psychosis

What are my addictions she wants to know
aside from the obvious     food, water, air, love
what are the true chemical equations that
     sift through blood like
     hungry Pac Men

The hornets' nest, the hornets' nest has friends
They say leave it be     while popping
blackberries into their mouths
     tomorrow is Tuesday a world full of Tuesday
and everything at stake
in the becoming of it
Tuesday in August the geese land  
at the park on their way south
but Polly stays put like     
     a shot of bullets
     into the sand

Even her dreams look at her
quizzically once the sun rises
Everything sounds like a good idea
in the middle of the night
She does embrace these broken
bodies along the pathway
The moon growing wider asks for
what you want in here all the
world a stagecoach     "take me"
she cries "pick me" as if a
spacecraft were descending