When a place goes undescribed
a place gets misused
as honey growing colder crumbles
around the rim
of an open bear’s fontanel.
If for any reason
that doesn’t hold water
I was the baby who invented the fire exit
& I’m making for it.
I was a triangle & my shirt is hemmed gas.
I remember the old planet.
I did the floors
for the Sistine Chapel
& I’m coming back home for my paycheck, Frank.
It’s been a long time
since I’ve flown inside your body.
Members in a joint session
of Congress blink
glitteringly at the Speaker
of the House floating incoherently ahead
in projector beams. A placeless event
in the cornerless blank
& the travelers where travelers are.