I will miss Taiwan
The same way I miss Hong Kong
And I guess Texas
I will miss Taiwan
The same way I miss Hong Kong
And I guess Texas
Bob holding his breath
Much as some hold state secrets
Like which one is Maine
Like floating in space
We are tethered to nothing
But past connections
Nose against the glass
That kept the snow in its place
And the girl as well
I stand on this ledge
Outside the basement window
At risk of nothing
This is the middle
For someone if not for us
Now if not for long
No complaints today
We have run out of storage
And no one’s buying
People see the whey
Of their muffet and tuffet
Out beside spiders
Plane makes the same sound
When it’s landing as my truck
When it hits sixty
In one of his moods
Said the lower fortyeight
Was near all of them