In July, a man gave me his melancholy,
which comes from the old French,
which means profound sadness.
EAT is a show
where you put a mirror
in front of your dinner table.
The laugh track is muted.
Anger looks like a friend
in a shawl in the afternoon.
She bites at your elbow
when she's hungry.
Gross china doll of a thing-her
arms slosh around in her clothes.
Night full of ash. Night full of burnt papers.
Weep at the opening of the doorway.
Weep at the opening of a song you never heard before.
Little woman pulling her right hand to her chest
and pushing it away.