Saturday, April 16, 2011


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.