meanwhile baked potatoes are still fine

[darkhaligh]

i cook a steak
grill that bleeding thing
months ago i hum-ha over dim-sum
pockets packed with pork and bits
i eat the broccoli

i've got my hands in your laundry
a leopard taffeta skirt
grey sweater vests
socks mostly all matched

i'm a funny lover--convinced the only ones worth love are the ones i must wrest love from

i smooth the wrinkles

labor--"the help" this new best-seller
everyone is reading

i could be a part of this city--
chew ice cubes on some sweaty
summer porch shoot the shit
with new neighbors watch the babies
thud up the street

soon to be spring
you are gonna get an aries baby

get like receive into your arms tonight

i text kristin--middle of the night:
adoption can be so crazy, if mommas
can't afford babies, why doesn't
someone who wants a baby (or the state, anyone)
support her to keep it?

[it's more complicated]

i labor at your sink and this woman just went into labor to deliver your baby

philly, like detroit because
there is so much room for dreams. this
city can be saved. phoenix will dry up.
these hybrid humble dreams, a
dialectical jumble, i trust us
to listen, this synthesis