Painting with Dim Light


How do we adjust
For the right leg
Shorter, so
We fear
The men limping toward the blaring shore

Except those
Who do not

They skim thin-edged along
And do not.


Command: Don’t tweak or complicate
What do we carry to our thanksgiving?
What do we parcel away?

Carve lines straight and strong
Hum the flesh thin, earnest and true.

& do not waste language like another plastic bag
Tied, knotted, tossed into the trash
Another plastic bag.


I’m more interested in the uniform

The too-dark denim, hand-hem; the
Wide, egg-white sun-styled shoes, shuffle
Ashore the rug; her basket
Full of New Romance.

for Wayne Koestenbaum

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