another day

       "I asked you why you
         were here; your answer was your beauty"
         (Frank Bidart)

all illusions are down

and cannot be reversed 

once you know what you really want
here I am
wearing my fluffy rabbit pajama
there are twenty-two of them
eleven struggling bunnies 

on each leg
I counted them again
a few minutes ago
thinking of you
a song in my head: you do not own
a tambourine
you are a perfect man
I'm moving in circles
preoccupied with some minor poetry
that is:  writing messages
to myself
only to read them aloud later
for I am one of those
"great forgetters"
so loved by Appolinaire.
at the third hour of the night
my wounds
welcoming another day

it makes the moon appear larger