SHE HOLDS ME in the palm of her hand. I am happy. Clouds sing, there are birds. In the blue. I trace a heart on her breast and she kisses me in the same place on mine. There is a crooked mouth and a serious face and a smirk like �I know and you don't.� I'm not caring. Sometimes the forest leaves leaves and impressions of leaves and the facts of leaves, little needles, sharp needles. The sun is up over us and a bottle of wine in us. Somehow there are sandwiches, mysterious sandwiches on a blanket from a basket. How does she know? What seem like drums are cars. And the clouds dust. And the sun is a cat. Swimming. Keep it to yourself. Lovely voices singing. Keep it to yourself. Tears in her eyes, her lovely eyes. Her husband, her buddy had killed himself. From the top story to the street. I will stop the tape to see the shape of her mouth. Sometimes.��I will play it back. Words to see them jump up. She has known to bring apples. The heels are slim this year. Metallic. More feminine. Ugly. Like selling. The afternoon continues. �Crocodile is important this season� and they are serious. Hot. Water. Beer. Kissing. How does she know? The mountains carry what we need. Look, flowers, instant flowers and there is never enough. The building she lives in has odd windows. Round windows, or half round on top. In a kettle water boils. There is tea in a cup. Milk. There is a conspiracy. There was a conspiracy. There are more now then before. Someone has said that there has to be. I am worried, we should all be worried. A vote of confidence could bring him down. She understands that it�s always a he�almost always. It�s tough going at this point. We should be singing and sinking. There he is. Up on a tank. The killer of all. Such a nice boy. In the morning she has a smile. And a hug. And cats on the lap. How does she know? They took me off ladders. I�m not as old as I used to be. The cereal is switched and all is good. Or the promise of all good . . . is good. I can�t tell. How does she know? Now there is a museum where someone looked out. Look out. And a president looked out from the top step of a copter. I�m not a crook. He was a crook. There is no more voting, there is only polling. �This is not a scientific sampling.� I trace a heart on her breast and she kisses me in the same place on mine.
