Concentrate! (for Mary Harju)

laughter rises from (concentrate!) throats

   in depths, de profundis; cushions w/ sheets

w/ floral patterns & wind rushes in;

streets surreal w/ coffee-shops (open at eleven),

   so we go, get coffee, a brownie, sit

on curb / baltimore ave. near clark park—

we hit it— slides, grim metal

   fence, against park-lavatory walls

mary’s lips taste like sweet brandy—

  

here we are; (concentrate!)