The Morning Paper

I wished for a monogrammed handkerchief
a parasol and a big dress. I wished
I had seen Tennessee for the first time
without the spaces. Without the clearings.
Anywhere swept around is a theme park.
Space is a theme park. It is the shape of
a mold of the earth and the moon because
we've landed on the moon. If we pretend
to leave it all behind us and ignore
park rangers, police search operations,
we would have no surfaces for breakfast
or surfaces for dusting or sweeping.
Unless we took a broom to the forest
or a knife. These animals are hoodlums.