Exercise 41 (1/15/02 p.m.)
W
anted to be a phenom.
Rolled over & was a phenom on the other side
Sizzled behind my shoulderblade
dry & sizzled blue
like a light on in there
the nerves treed into my skull
lit up & whamming
Where are you, muscle relaxer.
Vague dirtying round the edges & a thoughtfulness
with each heartbeat a crosshatched sidewise blam
a mince or plucking
in front shoulder, mimicking
The ratio of pain to me 11:45 p.m.
is that of celebrity to USA-world
the spotlights & the gossip
anchored in her.
