limited edition.

we share the deluxe version
of sensual touch & eye contact:





xenophobia lectures us-

no, missy, a couple hours
of studying what others waste months on
will    not    cut    it.

mister, why did you visit
a peasant girl from country poverty,
country greedy-women, country
stripes&stars-deserves-better?

young lady, how did you think?
we    have    bright    here    too.

gentleman, remember miss universe
and do a simple black and white
comparison --
how could you decay to this
from most-powerful-in-the-world?





fear cuddles at my feet, too,
like a cat who senses ill spots
and loves the house, not the master-

flight is for the strong
and home sickness, not for the faint-hearted.

what to do on top of a skyscraper
if he watches you with lukewarm eyes
hoping he’s not the reason for your final jump?
where to go
in a world to which you’re allergic?
whom to turn to
in a place you feel criminal
before anyone complains in the slightest?





logic grabs an ax
and rips me to sawdust-

what the fuck do you think you’re doing, kiddo?
and you, sir, are you blind
to the big-font letters shadowed between the lines?

it can’t be happening
in the century of product surveys and scanning items.

optimal choice is the only choice;
heaven? a haiku-long disadvantage list.





our love is the bonus track
on deluxe dvd:

we search the forest floor
for a lost penny

to afford renting it for the week.