of your Asian girlfriend.
I too can tell
beautiful eyes. I remember

your wife, that pale
comparison: she gave it all up
ev-er-y night. I too

make mention, though not in this
get-up, fetching chicken at Safeway
in a crush of mothers

and old people, slowly, that’s a
fun age. Like lamps, I wonder?
though not as much. Like plants

I understand light. One minute of which —
still squirms on the tip – here
I named the baby with a knife.