Jeni Olin

HO CHI MINH

I'll tell you what's great is the prison poems of Ho Chi Minh
Meanwhile in Naval Observatory time
I felt right at home in your home, right alongside you--
Your animal sincerity intrigued me You
made me feel like a battered spouse falling through
Cold cream with crushes on everyone against
A snickering Prada landscape I lay down my rod & staff, comforted I think you
felt me rage in an easy rosy world & this appealed to your forensic instinct
If you stay still, I could begin
to love the living and among the dead
Only you & your bloody wig tufting the Suffolk coast at night
But whatever Blasting bone health insurance
in the Ripped Bodice Wing
I don't always seize the human pathetic moment
The fluctuating anguish of day-to-day minute-to-minute living
Where you reign so transparent & in relief in my pantheon
of failed crushes
I could make bark rubbings of your arterial tree
You could never leave me alone and then you could.