for Tamas in Brooklyn
1.
Luxurious antidotes,
phasellus ille,
the sea
you
mean to float on is
coterminous
with her affections
(Coney Island, minuit)
midnight, I see it already, the car
she’s driving
down
Ocean,
the stately Jewish houses,
then shining
boardwalk full of maybes
and far away the curl of moonlight
on the tenth-night wave
cresting way out there
the way they do,
where
sharks calve and play,
happy hunting, lover,
the
stick-shift
never felt so good, staggered green lights,
a car knows how to go,
