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I have known you for so long I no longer count you
among the dead.
Did you or didn't you. You did
with clarity, as if bedraggled
clarity, reverse in me a day of panic
over the frayed wallpaper and stevedores
I was sure would fold over me
and style this world
one of tabacco factories
abandoned & never to be
condominiums. Ridiculously,
the school board is un-unanimous
over PE as victimless.
Mother and cocknecked
children, father and spitting
mothers, fathers with van dyke facial hair
--none can see, interior as they are
the assembly, the 1000 Polaroids
switched for their cars.
Privately, they think themselves
trapped on the one unnumbered page
of an immense, chapterless
autobiography, and one not their own.
And I think rightly so, tho
no one assembled yet can account for
the racy way fireflies spark up June
so sparsely. Them with the spiny
homeliness of their circuity.
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Rio:
A Journal of the Arts