Catherine Wagner

Exercise 41 (1/15/02 p.m.)

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.


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