America (I)
Title bookscan word “adroit.”
The policeman comes.
The policeman comes.
The girl sits upstairs in her underwear reading Nabokov,
dreaming of a French kiss.
Her mother is downstairs in the kitchen
dreaming of a mink stole.
She would bare her breasts to the neighbors,
circling her nipples in pink lipstick.
Oh, the house is rich.
The father.
The father.
The boy stands in front of a mirror
turning into a narcissist.
He needs a haircut. All is quiet
in the sleepy, picturesque town.