I lick my lips for something liquor, br For coming on to midnight I’ve been reading br My poems; br And maybe after midnight, I’ll be masturbating: br Both with sweaty palms: br They’re really the same thing, both about a girl br I haven’t read about, br And she’s really the same thing as heaven who is br The twin sister of Hell: br And tomorrow, I’ve cleared my schedule to br Go hike the mountain with my mother: br My mother who cannot move, whose womb has br Become the whole dmn thing: br The roof, the stars, the chicken wire, the valley or br The sea; br I will see wildflowers, but I will not pick them; br And airplanes like shooting vestibules with stewardesses br And their legs; but I will not see them: br I can only imagine: Women who become water, br Drink; women who become trees and foliage and br Vegetation: eat and rest under, br And mow their yard and make their lips hum with the br New found pleasures of air-condition; br And go down to South Florida and dropp in, and make br Love to them; and I make myself these promises so until br Midnight; and I read my poems and masturbate, br Which are really the same thing: and I don’t ever tell br My mother about the art or the pleasure I cannot excuse.