We can be heroes on the floor.
The horses: don’t go there.
The rats: in the newspaper they are
equating art and nazism again.
The artist would be a dictator
even though the spoons have rusted
for his wedding. Don’t …

She wonders why her pale Orpheus
doesn’t have any money and she covers my eyes
with a blanket of yellow leaves.
It’s a cool way of replacing the gold theory
of playing inflation with sugary skin,
of playing collapse theory …

A wonderfully naked figure
is positioned to look crooked on the floor
but the snake is not symbolic by the bowl.
That bowl is made of gold.
Nature is deadly in Copenhagen
this autumn in which I am so thirsty.…