Audio Poem: “Sitting At a Restaurant”

Collection:  Of Course
Year Written:  2004

Sitting At a Restaurant

All this darkness, I said to her,
what are we to do
with all the darkness?
She assured me
light was seeping
through like hole
in a tapestry;
the summer evening sky.

Her furrowed brow
lit a cigarette,
released breath.

All this darkness–
I pounded my point home–
slips over department stores
like a coffin-lid,
draws horses
to empty troughs,
wayward feet toward
soaked taverns.

She exhaled smoke-breath
and expletives,
another hole
punched in the birthing sky.

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