Wednesday, April 11, 2012


For those who wish to enter my developmental delay
Please dress accordingly, in soiled corduroy—
I'm almost too understood now to withstand
The faint praise of a new fabrication today. As if that
Weren't enough to dissuade me from my magic act,
Freedom from hearing from old friends has been debunked
To the point of boredom, a bride to less accomplished
Ambiguities of form—tryouts are tomorrow for
The wind and the rain coming down on the farm.
Here in my April shower, however, I see the heat bounce
From wasted walls to my uninhabited body, through which
I'm obliged to follow love's leave-taking to chance
Encounters with hovering citizens' shivery pasts.

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