THE CIRCLE GAME

                        &nbsp  black olive, dotted
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp     beak, her vacant
               eye a semi-colon
           &nbspblack olive, the name we
 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspbrought into existence
 &nbsp &nbsp &nbspby pure belligerent
 &nbsp &nbspchance
  once I had a palmful
of chrysalises, smushed
cigarettes,
chili
 flakes, & now
  you—
    a full duck
      is a black hole, or
                a satsuma
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp                       wig
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp     counting out circles in
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp     place & mind
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp     the ellipsis
    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp    &nbsp   of this polo
                                                                shirt, golden indent
                                                                   of a belly-button
                                                                                        &
                                            my crescent fingers, touching
                                                                   makes a void
                                                            below the waist
                                                                           ha,

                                                     you lose