Everyone is
beautiful at
20
aren’t they?
The first time I heard her
she was already middle aged
she walked in on his back
standing dirty in the doorway
a limewhite aura fuzzled
pink around his head
I’d like to hear you sing
and so would you
you say
but you don’t know
you don’t know
you don’t know
do you
what I mean
when I say
H A R M O N Y
an intensely personal narrative
my life
my words
there is no
culling
one from the other
an intensely boring personal narrative
which I write
in funky impossible
jazz shapes
which no one can
manage
to format
CORRECT
ly
hangtime
hangtime
there is no more
hangtime
and perhaps
I
am to be the one
who calls drunk
and not
the receiver
never
the receiver
my tongue curls
at the high notes
my dimples sink
at the memory
at the memory
at the memory
at
all
the memories
the crinkly satin
of what I almost
did not wear,
the curl
of his fingers
deep inside
and all of it all of it all of it
R E A L
as real as Tony Bennet’s
toupee
©sdrogers 20 february 2014