THE LEFTISTS ARE RIGHT (written July of 07)

The table reflects light.
I have a stomach.
There are guns.
What is a star?
It is dark in the living room
and light in the kitchen.
San Francisco is in transition.
Leftists are right.
Three peaches are out tonight.
The oven's door
is a rectangle
within a rectangle.
A fly swatter hangs
from the light switch.
I hear crickets
and air conditioning.
Exaltation of Light
by Homero Aridjis
is on the table
face down and open
between pages
108 and 109.
I see a street light
and a radio tower
out the window.
A mouse is
walking in the ceiling,
a god.