/ Eating a sugar sandwich, I sit at the kitchen table / / admiring the geraniums outside the window, / / their big heads as American as Martha Washington. / / I grew them from seeds, and now the leaves are frilly like genitalia. / / After so many sunrises together, they almost have faces, ...

/ / / / For Harold Bloom / / / / 'Sir, I don't have no black tea,' the waitress replied, / / so I ordered Black Label instead. It was summer and the fragrant / / white flowers of the black locusts had awakened, like faeries or obscure matter. / / A black bear clothed in thorns made a ...