no the gunfire doesn’t often interrupt my dreams
but what is broken is by this old man hip
its constant grinding, lost and falling
like my wife’s sense of safety
like bullets cops don’t hear either
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Dear Goldie Johnson said 20 years ago, with a bit of Creole stuck in her teeth
then, just like this one now
a short burst of summer rain, afternoon sun reflecting the birth and death
of a billion new galaxies: “The Devil’s Wife
done kicked him out da bed.”
nos. 48, 49, 50
no. 48
Above the ever ending world
the moon scrambles up the side
of the 2nd Street Bridge
no. 49
When pressed I resort to metaphors
no. 50.
the bleeding out
wears an exhausted countenance