They got so much things to say

I. Tables:

The farm one;

The glass one that Ralph broke on Christmas eve;

The long one we gave to the Hudson River Sailing Club,

then asked for it back,

now sitting in a muggy garage on Harlan Place.

The different shapes of our conversations.

II. How does it feel to be something on:

a glow worm;

a lightning bug.

III. Another worlds:

A baby in the winter,

in the light blue puffy

thing,

cold in the car;

and in another worlds

a woman's warm arm pit folds

and a yellow towel.

IV. As he lay dying:

He counted clouds

and what else.

V. The tender land:

Between you and your dad.

VI. I am curious: