Cooking for One
I put five small potatoes in a saucepan,
hold it under the cold tap
till they’re covered with water,
add a squirt of washing-up liquid.
– There’s a man who likes his life.
Eine Krähe hackt der anderen [nicht] die Augen aus.
Crows on oaks and cranes and cooling towers,
the sky cracking up, and crows investigating
the cream of whatever crust cracks yellow, milling
early birds, Styrofoam beaker of coffee,
refill, refill, and a spot of red-eye gravy.