THE NIGHT BRIGHT TELLAK CAME A GOD -- Edward Foster
A sweater would do him good.
Rose, lavender, spice, dark-skinned
Kurdish sweat. Our light's indifferent
to logical display. I'd rather
take my strengh in friends. How men
can be like this, I've never known.
He, I (and you?) can do it, though.
Dear Levantine: this Kurd is made
from images, a surrogate for me -
swell tight, bright anger in my bed.