—New Orleans, LA We spilled notes on bar napkins, novelists bussing awayour empty pint glasses, everyone waitingfor that moment when the frycook would bring his slide guitarto the back bar, spit blues as the roosters begin their call.We all have
Venus
From a distance, the planet looks soft as skin, mesas rising from the flat land, hand held across a bellybutton, small desert brush with leaves curling like toes in the heat hot sun begging down over the yellow curves and