Forgeries of Jealousy

Dear Joan-whoever-you-are-now,

are phoenixes just boojums of reincarnation?

they have taken the seats out of the theater

& my pulse is adjusting to middle aged rythmns

i wish there was more time for mothering

since they took photos of drag queens on Thursday

it was dance that replaced irony

there are a thousand words for sarcasm

just like eskimos and snow, here

in my fantasy we become hydras

my many tongues crave detail

& wine and coca cola, you call it bamboo

even in texas, there is strategy

where people’s eyes are dedicated to the fire