Talking to Strangers
Do you see sunspots? A strong, terrible love where
there isn’t any? A demoiselle crane talking to a llama
duck? Very interesting, but there’s nothing in it.
Some people take electric roses and plant them in a field
to bring the field down to earth.
There’s nothing wrong with that. Put down your book.
Look at me when I talk to you. I’m the oxygen mask
that comes dangling down in a plane.
I’me here to help you be garrulous.
I’m not interested in your family—not your mother,
father, brother, sister, son, daughter, lover or
dog. In France, they used to kill themselves if
a dinner party went wrong. That’s a great idea.
Are you interested in orphan-types who turn out
to be kings, or kings who come to nothing?
What’s the difference between watching and looking?
Doff your garb. I’m sorry, but the loggerhead turtles
off the Carolina coast are leaving for Africa tonight.
Would you like an ice-cold pear instead?
Walking into the store is like entering
the delicate refrain of a Christmas poem.
What more could you want? Siddhartha said
someone who brushes against you in the street
has shared an experience with you for five hundred lives.
Can bottles bobbing on the open sea
be said to move at all?