| || |
LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
Untitled Except that we had remained ordinary In the wood By the window Watching the two, Stilted figures Discuss. What passes between them Is the last idolatry Of one who can speak To the one who responds. In response, the one Holding the other. In response the one Growing weaker And the other Growing gracious, As if to show Strength. What is it to be ordinary? In this light, Which twitches on my Throat. To not come from one place But go to another-- To come from a boiler-plate Hot, charged by Ether.
Katy Lederer Index