I look at you with my vexed eye.I look at you with my hostile eye.I look at you with my hostile and vexed eye.My hostile, vexed eye is a wrench.
There’s a brother who sits over on North University. Looks like James Baldwin in a do-rag. Sings. Is he homeless? People give him money
Like a flock of dispossessed in a city of converts, we found our way to the Shamrock where the bikers congregated to play pool.
What happened to the city that made us promises, promises we had the luxury to believe or not?Night caved its streets,
Why I thought I needed to rent a third-floor attic.Why I thought one mattress on the floor, a desk, a vanity
Lighted room. Man and Woman enter talking.
—I mean, we built the world.
—What do you mean?
If we were to go if the house fell in an earthquake
if fire, if fire
& in the mornings sometimes awoke so cold—the wind in Iowa City was brutal—those days of doubt, those days of troubled land,that I did not want to get out of bed &
In Iowa City, the restaurant where I worked on the weekend, I befriended another waitress, blond & blue-eyed,
