\nArt Institute lobby, feeling thunder,
\nlegs, thighs, heavy
\nstomach sinking into wooden bench
\neyeballs shuffling with revolving door.
\nChic, tall lady in Versace clothes
\nenters with sunglasses on
\n\u201coh take those sunglasses off!\u201d
\nShe does.
\nChildren laughing, Albright\u2019s paintings
\n\u201csuch ugly people\u201d
\nthe horse trainer\u2019s eyes wrinkled
\nmildewed clothes
\n\u201csuch ugly people\u201d
\nand an art student smiles, she can
\ngive me sympathy, but I close my eyes
\nI\u2019m looking back
\nlying on hot sand
\nwaiting for Anita from her morning swim.
\nIt\u2019s been five months since she left me,
\nthe height scared me
\non the Chicago Skyway
\noff her trailer bed going to Toronto.
\nCouldn\u2019t take a joke that I didn\u2019t love her,
\nso serious.
\nWater tanks, railroad yards, looked so far down,
\nI smoked cigarettes with the homeless there
\nbetween smiles of faded camel teeth,
\nheroin snails, Dharma bums.
\nAnita was a clown for the Ice Follies,
\nturned porno star for a retired matador,
\nold men\u2019s eyes lick her ankles
\naround her sandal straps.
\nI\u2019m looking back
\nrailroad yards, broken glass,
\nI\u2019m looking back
\ncracked surfaces, wired hairs.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Copyright Tom Wawzenek 2012<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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