Across Moonlight Square the bar of the Joe stood up. Decorated with exotic Hawaiian passages, the bar’s decor described the story of the brawny owner. The drinks were cheap; there were extra beers and dried shrimps. The environment was good and familiar.
He knows how the ants move and what it means,
the diagrams of clouds, how fast the cheese curdles,
patterns of droplets as moisture condenses on
the window panes, everything. He understands
like a mother knows her child, the built-in treachery