Parading

You asked me if I wanted to run, but I said no and walked on.

should we clap our hands and dance

The lack of any bed but one’s

someone will take your picture:

It was as hot as what

and look back, and then—even before you see—

Our voices are like

Alone with our madness and favorite flower

Good grief, gods do what they like.

“It must be very beautiful, the sunset,