Thursday, September 3, 2009

No, really--I'm a very happy person


Atop the spinet she left the score,
one word underlined in red,
for the cops:

glissando, too pretty a sound
for the deep fall, unhesitating.
from the ledge. That mark

she left, emphatic, echoed its coda.
Dog-ears drew back, children stammered
as they passed. It was an ugly effort,

inferior to her schoolgirl debut.
That crank from the Times,
shameless: She just went downhill.

That break, midface,
a death by misadventure
he called a smile.

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