STANDING UNDER A STREET LAMP ON THE CORNER OF BRICE COURT
I am trying to decide whether to walk one more time
around the block or just return home and let the puppy sleep
in the kitchen to contain an accident. I couldn't tell you how
I wound up here after all of these years, long after my wisdom
teeth were pulled; long after I kissed a girl for the first time
in the school gym, dumbfounded that the tongue went
in like that, and ruined when it had to come out. I doubted
the forecast, but snow fell as planned, and me still with no coat
made in Paris, you know, the black one that goes all the way
down to the knees with an inside pocket to conceal the American
cigarettes I love. What is the French word for 'salt,' for 'flake,'
for 'drift'; what time is it there; how long does a tourist suffer
from jet lag. The puppy has a tilted ear and a little tag
dangling in the wind. His tongue catches snow
without even trying, his eyes wide and dark enough to hold
a hundred questions about anything, yet not asking one.
New York City and Chicago, Illinois
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