Passing Chic
And will I do? Florals
shower infrequently
or make every day DiCaprio
on his knees my long dad
mopping spoiled floors models ships
I can’t sew, we talk poetry
he recommends. There’s wailing
“sentimentality” and missing women in
Sherlock Holmes, I love him
anyway I’m the detective
at 14 I like it when he doesn’t
live alone. Rathbone raving
against ponderous old men
but my mould cut built buttoned up
keeping the cold out and watching
round goats trundle taller and taller
Point Redundant “there” the flat water
in the shape of a falling kite. I point
again I draw a boy pointing
he is delighted by everything
I make him, see, a mighty chest
I build for him, without dad
I resuscitate rubber pictures
am rubber-man, real.