The telephone’s ringing 
all the time.



If you look at the seamless image

that is the world 



the Mojave desert is to your right,

the Great Basin desert to your left.



You are in this picture.



You are holding it all together

and the fog, the whiteout of fog



over Gowanus is paperweight

to terror.



The transplants in the garden
take.



We have no long-term storage plans

for nuclear waste.

It’s all dandelions and lawn slugs

in the heart.



I point to places where 

you should grow.