Poetry. A former music student realizes an absence of music in human relations. A kind of dating journal surrounded by sonnets to an unknown lover. everything smells like soap. I am saving/ my strong american teeth/ for the revolution/ should something need biting./ what I want is absurdity--/ how you suddenly realize what someone was talking about/ several years before and your oh/ is squandered. Substance/ doesn't make the body new and sound is immaterial. all known events/ muddle within the air of this room. a breeze/ rode through the covers last night and jumbled/ sleep. I must extricate my tangles/ from the perimeter. (Night and Day Sonnets).