& by story it is meant—
We are weeping like men
In little girl masks
& knocking out Time's teeth
On a baby grand piano
We dreamed we heard a sensible tale
That we staged it at midnight
That we are always seven minutes
Later than usual
& running behind
& so we pause
& a lightning bolt hits us
& countries not faces
Get hawked by condolences
But all we remember is
A fire caught fire in one little chair
& one was the Bronx
A blue cow, sd someone in church
We are trapped like rats
In the limelight at the Bay House Theater
& a poem, we insist
Must always insist on itself
This is the lie we confront
In the back of our Saab
We never relent though
Or we relent very little!
