One song’s
soaring openness:
I’m typing
the litany
of 70 happinesses-
the dance
of 70 cranes-
the scent
of 70 oranges-
(Rufus Wainwright
the magic key)
an unusual miracle
this hot hot shirt-
ah, the strange radar
of love from afar-
R U happy
the spam mail asks
maybe
I’m alive