A is the tent
I have learned to set up in the wilderness.
B is the memory of your breasts,
your stalwart arms.
C is a broken plate.
D is the grey moon
flattened against the sky.
E is your rake
lying rusty in the garden.
F is a thin girl
trying to peer into the future.
G sends its root down
into frosty ground.
H stands tall:
two posts, & then a simple gate,
which I throw all my weight against,
J skates across an icy pond
wearing a little cap.
K is a quick kiss
on your sunburnt neck.
L (was that once love?)
has been lost for a long time.
M makes the first
of many jagged mountains.
N is the door you bolted
in my startled face:
“No, & no, & again no.”
O is the hollow sound
of my astonishment.
P is a bubble of pain
on the surface of the river.
Q is my sad monkey sitting on his tail, then
Resting his skinny weight upon one foot.
S is the white ribbon of the road ahead.
T is a small shelter with a flattened roof
where U & your new lover
duck in & out of the rain.
V is simply vicious.
Do not grant it your attention.
W is the reiterated question, “Why?”
Windshield-wipers slashing back & forth.
X marks the exception to everything I’ve said.
Y shows the place where the road divides:
north & south, highland & lowland.
Z is some crone who’s watching all of this,
hope propped up upon a bony elbow,
kindly wrinkled face & cloudy eyes.