“and when the debt collector calls

tells me to pay up I am covered

head to toe in lavender, sunbathing on the deck

sucking hard on a pressed green juice…”

“There is the white belly of a hawk bending

over the Ford dealership on Central Avenue

and there is the voice of my fear which says

I’ll kill you for exposing me.”

“Memory Lane, I say; exactly

twenty years tonight. She laughs,

sips ginger ale.”