Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Good Morning, Midlife
sustain entertainment,
drink drunk down all days,
she tells the bellhop,
with buds between her teeth.
she’s known this hang-
over before, behind sun-
glasses of fingerprints:
it is forgetting memory creates,
a slowing drain,
a mixed miss of seasons,
blurring leaves above snow,
new-fallen or has it always been this way?
you need to dance to be
seen, she said, smoking
and stubbing her toe,
the ashes resting on rose petals in reverse.
the bellboy takes her tip all alone
as she turns and tries
to remember the first feel of the fabric
against her like
they’ve all worn,
they’ve all smoked
they’ve all stripped
they’ve all been
drink drunk down all days,
she tells the bellhop,
with buds between her teeth.
she’s known this hang-
over before, behind sun-
glasses of fingerprints:
it is forgetting memory creates,
a slowing drain,
a mixed miss of seasons,
blurring leaves above snow,
new-fallen or has it always been this way?
you need to dance to be
seen, she said, smoking
and stubbing her toe,
the ashes resting on rose petals in reverse.
the bellboy takes her tip all alone
as she turns and tries
to remember the first feel of the fabric
against her like
they’ve all worn,
they’ve all smoked
they’ve all stripped
they’ve all been
