From The Alice Series
[alice watches sunset]
the sun puckered, watching.
who cares for you, alice taunted.
eyes closed, alice smelled
the city as a proxy for love.
people sweated, groped each other on the humid streets.
then alice smirked:
you're watching me.
your mouth tenses, open and mute above these letters, this face.
a slave to machines.
this book, too, is a machine that opens.
you've been taught to move
left to right, top down.
she readied for the onslaught of leaves.