Denis Johnson. 
 
HarperCollins: 1995. First edition. Hardcover in dust jacket. Near fine. 
 
"i wonder about everything: birds
clamber south, your car
kaputs in a blazing, dusty
nowhere, things happen, and constantly you
wish for your slight home, for
your wife’s rusted
voice slamming around the kitchen. so few
of us wonder why
we crowded, as strange,
monstrous bodies, blindly into one   
another till the bed
choked, and our range
of impossible maneuvers was gone . . ."