Goofy Lust – shove your palm
 some man who claws out of a cardboard grave says thing like, “i need some confidence” and all i can think of is you standing in the hot cone of water saying indifferent things about my love because ...
A Truck: gassing up hard.
The wind grabbed the skirt and shirt-tails of the silk desert silt hovering over the furnace.  Is this how poems begin? Blacktop shimmer.  From movies. The wheels, wailing,  shed hunks of dry fire.  Something liquid that the sun weeps, the daylight ...