Tea & Sympathy

A long wonder what the devil looks like White, they think, deadpan eyes like white rectangles left on a wall after pictures come down God was figured as the world’s engraver A parking lot at night in snow looks alien with lunar light—Let that be your picture heaven window journal in which to heave your jukebox lovesickness You might as well be on the moon, Love Sea of Margins, Sea of Cleverness Sea of Metal Noises Snow Makes When It Hits Down—put your ear to this window