Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence


Drunk, I kissed the moon
Where it stretched on the floor.
I’d removed happiness from a green bottle,
Both sipped and gulped
Just as a river changes its mind,
Mostly there was a flood in my mouth

Because I wanted to love the toaster
As soon as possible, and the toothbrush
With multi-level brissels
Created by dental science, and the walls
Holding pictures in front of their faces
To veil the boredom of living

Fifty years without once
Turning the other way. I wanted
The halo a cheap beaujolais paints
Over everything like artists gave the holy
Before perspective was invented,
And for a moment thought in the glow

Of fermented bliss that the bending
Of spoons by the will was inevitable,
Just as the dark-skinned would kiss
The light-skinned and those with money
And lakefront homes would open
Their verandas and offer trays

Of cucumber sandwiches

to the poor
Scuttling along the fringes of their lawns
Looking for holes in the concertina wire.
Of course I had to share this ocean
Of acceptance and was soon on the phone
With a woman from Nogales whose hips

Had gone steady with mine. I told her
I was over her by pretending I was just
A friend calling to say the Snow Drops
Had nuzzled through dirt to shake
Their bells in April wind. This
Threw her off the scent of my anguish

As did the cement mixer of my voice, as did
The long pause during which I memorized
Her breathing and stared at my toes
Like we were still together, reading
Until out eyes slid from the page
And books fell off the bed to pound

Their applause as our tongues searched
Each others’ body. When she said
She had to go like a cop telling a bum
To move on, I began drinking downhill,
With speed that grew its own speed,
And fixed on this image with a flagellant’s

Zeal, how she, returning to bed, cupped
Her lover’s crotch and whispered not
To worry, it was no one on the phone,
And proved again how forgotten I’d become
While I, bent over the cold confessional,
Listened to the night’s sole point of honesty.


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Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence