Destitute Peru

For John Ashbery We pullmaned to Peoria. Was Gladys glad, Skippy missed Sookie so. So Peru-ward, home. “I’ll sew buttons on dresses yet.” Nike’s peach-knife nicked little finger Chinese straw finger-cuffed to Minna’s Siamesed. Hartford, how are your wheres, our whens? Or extirpated traumas’ gifted guilt smothered aboard a club car. Lake Ontario spilled Jo Jo’s knapsack: “Pasternak.” An alligator ate an alligator- trapping monkey. We ate because “it’s dark, it’s air-conditioned” like lurching to the movies, shot marbles in lobbies. What interests? Takes? Escapes? Eat, moth-light, part and apart, slowly we slow waiters serve hot plates.