The East Village
You Might Be
You might be trying out
the new venturesome chemical
amid the isolation of deeper
conduits, like this black ice,
for instance, or this ravaged face
which keeps appearing unexpectedly
and will not leave us alone, even for money.
Surely a road hazard is made exponentially worse
by the ingestion of these pretty pink capsules.
Come and whither in your tank top
with a blank map that we will
fill in together with wreckage;
heads resting on dill leaves
no longer tortured by what we meet
but variously drowsy and perfectly
enlivened by what we make.
Todd Colby Index