CONTINUOUS LINE DRAWINGS VIA THE TRAVELING SALESMAN PROBLEM
David Feinstein
The mileage signs are radiant this evening.
All shimmer and, of course, detail.
Peripherally, a series of hotel interiors.
Your name chundered by phone book, then Bible.
We could stay up pronouncing forever
If not for the traffic, the daily vacuuming of sky.
As it is, a more suitable face will have to do.
Shaved, and the thought of buttons.
The doors read your mind, too, however politely.
Between, white billboards.
Somewhere east there’s a song for us
The way the slanting light smacks inside the trunk.
Perhaps, if saved, we’ll find a parking lot
To breathe inside of.