I can see the traces of old work
Embedded in this page, like your bed
Within a bed. My old desire to live!

My mother said.
All surgeons want to do is surge.
And as one took the staples from her skull

I fell with my father through space
In a space module as round
                  as your thumb

James Bond’s girl friend
Lay in bed, having
A bad dream during a thunderstorm

The family is now watching
The scene that’s produced

Now you are happy, and you are more than happy.
         You swan of Lancaster.

Three is to recapture isolation’s ease among the adolescents,
Slim curved and tortured body of Mississippi.
One finds sarcastic zealous presidents