[Begins in interruption...]

Begins in interruption: an ambulance bell at the center of sleep, the room tilts sideways, furniture slides, an octet of amber blue verres à liqueur, one with a cut at the lip, clatters as a quaalude light in tatters mattes the curtains ormolu: I miss you is what I want to say like a rocket stocked from the Reagan years, its radar gone haywire, wiring fried but live inside a bunker of some private Soviet Union you & I —