At the Embassy of Ecuador
A smell assails you at the door
     A pallid freak
     With a wikileak
Is sleeping on the floor.

Millefeuille, stacked pancakes, cassata
Lasagne, spam fritters, frittata
    So many great dishes
    Are subliminal wishes
To defang the vagina dentata.

If the all-knowing God is everywhere

Then time and space are a circular square

     If He is in me

     Then I must be

Already back over Here.