Pam Nude for No One
I thought it was a washing machine’s porthole
behind a screen of static
but it was her mouth
Pam nude for no one
she recited a sestina
and a theremin
badgered us
at your abandonment birthday
party the sound of waterflow
stopped—a bubblebath
not a victim’s
she knew her mouth was underwater
under the guilt quilt
rust but without rust’s glamour
the jilting boy
the boy who jilts
the jilter himself a pride node
nodding in sympathy
with the rude door’s psychopathology
an oracle told me to speak
slowly and theocratically
as if entering a sump
to escape
a mucus membrane existence
the sticky walnut geniality of a humoresque
in a world limited to four pitches
you must choose the fifth
mouth behind a screen of static
nude for no one
only the hoyden
or the boy who forsakes the vague voyager
glaucous under the drenched eaves


