BASKING IN THE DARK
by Jeff Wright
It’s normal to worry about obscurity.
But it’s good to get out and explore
Even though Elizabeth was a little cool
At her opening. Jane was nice. She’s a-
mazing. Painting poison pills of loneliness
Strewn across the wreckage of dreams.
Yes mam. Meanwhile, don’t you just want to
Howl? Have you been to Howl space yet?
Joanna was reading about ripped jeans
And “penguins in sequins,” (not really
I made that part up, but she inspired it).
Anyway — always carry a beat.
Don’t you just want to go visit Steve Cannon?
What time is it? I thought you’d never ask.
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