Morgan Parker


If a lover visits, take him first into the kitchen,
offer wedges of something dipped in angel stench.
He might thank you much later by nesting
at the base of your neck, warding blind cats away.
A flyer stuck to my seat on the train asks
Where will you spend eternity?
Moving is always such a bitch.
Today Sagittarius will experience changes
in the romantic sphere. So, like, that’s cool.
If you want a do-right-all-day woman
like me, a warm darling who steps over puddles,
tongue of sky and a helluva cook, decked
out in flesh and bones and harps,
you’ve gotta have fingernails like veins.
One animal lies down next to another and nearby
some bulbs are leaning in the wind.
You are welcome to touch my real estate.