lightness under curled vapor
—Barbara Guest
The joke that I am straight
has gone on long enough.
I never paid the two crowns
I owed the photocopier. He
calls me psychiatric help. I
said that sounds like a strap
in the right direction. Can’t
say I wasn’t cautiously ec-
static. We talk for a while
about rewriting history.
Seems overly possible in
context. Taut come-ons.
Later, maybe 11 years I
guess, I couldn’t resist.
For posterity. But
I did anyway.
