1.
& by story it is meant—
We are trapped like rats
In the limelight of the Bay House Theater
& knocking out Time’s teeth
On a baby grand piano
We are seven minutes
Later than usual
& running behind
We pause
& a lightning bolt hits us
& countries not faces
Get hawked by condolences
2.
A poem, we insist, must always insist upon itself
Is the lie we confront in the back of our Saab
3.
Weeping like men
In little girl masks
We dreamed we heard a sensible tale
That we staged it at midnight
But all we remember is
A fire caught fire in one little chair
& one was the Bronx
A blue cow, sd someone in church
We never relent though
Or we relent very little
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