to have no soil of America
in my memory, membranes whipped
by alien aromas drenched
in manufactured rosewater you
were my friend and you showed
me how to love, me in your gravitational
pull your dark astronomy
marshmellow starspots, cones
of brilliant light brilliant light
weak on white, discarded life
in a high whistle like the farce
of eggshells, dollars, gods.