On my side, my back to you,
     private hips, private feet
     are public on sidewalks.
I keep my head in a box.

And make up distance from my own teeth.
. . .























. . .
I keep my head
in an air-conditioner box on dog days.

In the drumming rain, make a TV box
my own house.
I pump the sound.

     You can have the city
     have its blocks,
     I don't want your pity
     keep my head in a box