Alex Stolis
IF MARY TYLER MOORE HAD LIVED IN LOS ANGELES
she would press her fingers flush
against a window, she would warm
the trigger with her breath and tell you
the only way to get at the bottom
of the ocean is to tie a piece of twine
to your left wrist.
To cheat is to wallow
in the nervous mouth of autumn,
to cheat is to burn leaves
brown and rotting under the stairs-I'm a man
with a black cancer that you can almost see
when I shake my head at the delicate balance
of her walk. She could explain the correct way to speak
in tongues and if I knew now what I knew then
I would cheat on her on a beach somewhere in Thailand --
let the twine burn a hole in my skin and watch sails billow
pink and narrow as they spread across the waves.
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