Asymptotic
       

The 1980s got lost

in some ballroom

and there's a pond in it—layered
with thermals

a memory chain . . .

One could follow
an inseam

blue drizzle
                        of salt
full of weeds in your drink.

I find it hard to explain . . .

Grass where it was never planted,
polyps instead of a border of hubcaps.

I liked the way she said
Civilized . . .

*

The pieces of the story, it's easy
to forget,

can also be offered
with interchangeable parts.

Logs made out of particleboard.

Three different kinds of spark plugs.

A mobile made out of pipe
cleaners
and Carleton cigarettes.

*

She sometimes left her fingernail polish
inside my glove box.

Steel and ice

in the music

all summer long.

Her brother
was delivered into recovery
carrying a piss-stained
copy of Thus Spake Zarathustra
(he rode shotgun)
the rock star
philosopher biting
the corners

of the young man's heart.

*

The springs that surrounded
the car's ruined shock absorbers
absorbed hardly anything . . .

Lemonade,

and a few red-winged blackbirds.

*

I walk past a pond in the dunes
and smell that still, plain water

leftover

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