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What humans brought into the world is exaggeration: for example
that day we shuffled into the bleak auditorium, me baby-faced
with a haughty and yearning heart; young, brainy, stiff-necked
and all around me, rubberneckers looked for him and there he was,
at the podium, face like a potato, portly;
hands that could fist the throat of a fish,
famously unsmiling, a dense mountain from Montana
come to us, idiots of the west.

This man is my lover I wanted to announce; like so many others
he just doesn’t know it yet. But he opened the book
as I had my own eyes, a thousand times,
in light and dark. And he began to read
with the authority of a conductor taking me to the stops,
and shelters. Until now no one had ever used
the second person on me.

The last good kiss, he said, /you had was years ago. I seized my seat
handle, melted into the chair, my hair was in pleads, my toes
griped the slope of the raked stairs,
that ghost kiss came to haunt me,
my whole life, even as I stand and make like to throw this chair
at the window and, as the glass breaks, I cry: take that, Time.