(warming up) (glendale)

tonight, I hear the echo of
peninsulas of stripped malls
against valleys of empty
ringing, an orangeish basketball.

I lost my glasses--all of you
have glasses. where are my glasses.
I am still the queen. your royalty spreads
like a fresh shag carpet that my father, mother, brother,
cat and me once rolled on in excitement of things
to come.

stains came. and dog shit.
lots of ash--some dust
accumulated in unvacuumable
corners or places Angie
missed.

what I want to ask is: will
you take me? as one of you?
can I ask for your forgiveness?
for I am (a) miserable! (sinner)