A ONE-ACRE PARK ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD TRADE CENTER'S VEHICLE SECURITY CENTER DUDDED LIBERTY PARK HAS DEEN IN THE WORKS FOR SOME TIME
A sexual encounter contains a dream and a black-light. I can see myself at a distance in a field. I am wearing a black overcoat. It feels like eyelids could be infinite. Sometimes when I hold you in my arms it feels as though I am a claw-foot tub. Similarly, mountains have interiors. Pentagons arc internal and silent. Pentagons are like black magic elegies. I think I can see my mother having sex at a distance in a Shanksville, Pennsylvania field. Huge bolts of white silk are unfurling off of her arm and body. She is the embodiment of a wistful helicopter. It is like seeing my own sexual inadequacies in a mirror. Later over breakfast she wipes her mouth carefully. We proceed by examining each other's teeth under black-lights.