To Jeffie

Jeffie with your house full of cockroaches, In the oven of your house by the sea, We came - we came, ready for refreshment, To the creakings of your house - To the mussles and sandcrabs on the beach and in your drawers - We came to you, in a rush off the highway, While you, calmly and pregnantly cooked artichokes in the kitchen - Then we all lay down together Underneath the night sea wind That played across our tired bodies Like spanish moss.