Friday, July 10, 2009: On the Street…Belted Jacket, Paris

In this stiff heat, all distances
are exaggerated, stretch out before you
like spun taffy.

Six blocks from your apartment,
You wonder if you can make it, your
Brain is that uncomfortable.

So you think about something
Else, checking your voice mail,
The dial tone cool as water,

Or the white rectangles stuffed
Into your mailbox, an accumulation
Of voices and numbers.