Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Grasshopper


It was getting more and more difficult to do the right thing
to be bonhomous

It was hard to say no to meeting him in the bathtub
she was tempted by the memory of 1943
the smell of his sweat mapping her forehead

and she was up at all hours of the night
looking for the photograph of them in the arboretum
laughing at themselves and what lay ahead

The thirst for water turned to scotch
which turned to bourbon
which turned to her climb

to the top of the stairs
to the top of the skyscraper

In search of the fact that attention must be paid

and so--
the flashbulb of tainted immortality

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