Something I’ll Start Tomorrow

time to hear of last year’s saw
if my teeth took whitening product
from the mouths of passengers
that barter for health food saturdays
in nests of unintentional fathers
eyes stitched to our manuscripts
we are japanese bound revelators
that depend on afternoon coffee
butterflies of our favorite immigrants
it is diana durbin with arm on head
that pressures us into another drink
& toast while we make eye contact
it is green and amber everywhere
remarkable in a city without zoos