Hello out There Book

This is one I'll go back to. I read it a bit too quickly. I especially like the opening poem, "Hostess" and "Faith is a Long Commute," which I've read somewhere before.

A Long Commute

Faith is a long commute. Lots
of time to change
the station on the radio, time
to relieve the past, to consider

the future the way
the boy in the bust station
standing by the trashcan
the afternoon the bomb went off
must have had time to consider

his own hands carefully in his hand. The road

is narrow and it goes

straight through the gardens of Paradise. Lots

of soggy godhearts dripping
blood on their bloody vines. Behind me

a beautiful blind girl carries a Bible
home in a plastic bag, while

before me, an old
woman and her old mother
drive a Cadillac over
the flowers slowly.