Reading the Paper in the Diner
At Venus Diner the scones burst
Like loose loam
in my mouth
The mountainous counters are muffin-mad. You can use the honey buns
for face mirrors.
You can watch the afternoon turn Chrome-colored in the parking lot
A glob of whipped cream
sails down my Hot mug of cappuccino
and makes a milky puddle
My waitress gathers her black rope of hair into a goose
tail, Wiping the espresso
maker like the head of a just-bathed baby
I hear her gum-busy mouth crackling as I read So you really think he's nice, Barbara?
she says. Oohh yyeess,
Barbara says. Why do I wonder who they're talking about?
, scientists are turning jellyfish genes Into glow-in-the-dark monkeys.
In El Salvador
, a man cries in the dirt
that held his house yesterday. People are digging for his parents' bodies in the mountain mud.
At a refugee camp
in Jordan a Palestinian
with fourteen kids Sells everything from peanuts to diapers at his dry goods shop.
In the Brooklyn
night a girl offers her tongue
to fat snow
slanting in the orange light like drunken fireflies