Tuesday, August 6, 2013

4556. THEY TOLD ME

THEY TOLD ME
They told me to come see the warblers and the
cross-dressers and the men who weave water into
gold. But I saw nothing. There were drinkers on the ledge;
they were hanging clotheslines from the paper, construction-
paper battlements on Tristram Shandy doll forms. The entire
world was blank. I wanted so badly to yawn in their faces -
instead came you. Sally forth, and there you were.
Throwing
dagger-kisses like a robin running down. Ladling out the suits
of love like some haberdasher's daughter from a very pretty
Hell. I wanted to reach the ending, find peace, attain forgiveness.
Once I had all that, and nothing more, I knew I'd be alright.

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