Ann and Lindsay Alone In Their Apartment
Ann and Lindsay alone in their apartment
is such a spectacular separate universe to me,
where whisky slowly props placenta
up into tents, and the Vino crawls on its claws
toward whatever books they're reading.
It's always such a spectacle to see yourself
upside down (through the eyes of each other)
reflected in a shorter mirror.
There are places in Brooklyn
where my mind will always be;
every Saturday afternoon let's go back
there long after the fact.