Sunday, January 25, 2009

Guests Are Allowed to Bring Friends to This Event

for Madeline Gleason

Maybe we were night
crossing bridges falling
down Maybe I am
sorry for eating your
melon on Tuesday and
not taking out the garbage

Today I am becoming
what I think is myself
or maybe you in a Hillary
Clinton costume now dancing
on a table with a cane
and the collected works
of Keats in you hand

What made you not one
but the circle around the sun
and the now of some other tale

If I push down on my stomach
If I am the vision
of another a new generation
than what is that globe
doing in the corner and
why did you die of despair

It is true that for the
most part I do not know
what makes us different from
super powers or thunder

2 comments:

  1. Great poem in general, but that last stanza is incredibly well-managed.

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