The Nacreous Oughts

09 February 2012

a tall woman, heavy-set,
tiny eyes, tattoos
wants to talk to the manager

memorized spiel, stranded, kids
(nowhere in evidence), trying to get home
to Ft Worth · can i help

"you can use the phone," i say but she holds up
her own, much newer than mine
& i sigh

a year or two ago she was here before
with some similar sad story
& i am sorry now i did help her

if she comes back again i will call the cops
a kind of textured darkness
what can this span support

silvery & the yesterday wind
Corinthian doubleplus undead
extreme journalism

up to the lip of the Maelstrom
& beyond
the moon a white smear

in a sea of violet


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