down the road around the bend
follow the white bird’s wings
hoops & sticks & skips into dusk
one bite from the roof
carnival lights calliope
one sugary shard from a windowpane
down the road around the bend
follow the white bird’s wings
hoops & sticks & skips into dusk
one bite from the roof
carnival lights calliope
one sugary shard from a windowpane
But wasn’t it always a scene
in a movie to delay it in the world?
The always movie?
In America, we make movies
before anything really happens.
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September
That first night we all stood around in the courtyard,
trying to remember how we’d gotten there.
We all held identical brown suitcases.
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draw of summer down the shore—
funnel cake pops in black oil &
the gasp of a vast sucking ocean
weed clogged & full of pale jelly
fish pulsing on the lip of the world
where Pennsylvania girls sleep
drunk in the sand tempting sun
stroke & dune-grass gnats, black
mass of gulls screaming Kill! Kill! Kill!
