Fall 2011 - The University of Scranton

First and jump into a cab
Which refuses to budge as
The driver calls out to a
Friend, and then I clamp my eyes onto
You, who would avoid my stare.
Beside the tulip market we will hang
Still, suspended in sweet noxious airs, where
My eyes narrow, narrow yours too with their force.
I will pick out a red one for your lapel
And mouth, with venom bite,
With loving laughter too,
“I
know you.”