Back to Brooklyn Bridge
after Glenn Gould
tears are intuition
unless war is ravaging your
country
Second Skin
Who is this poet
who bought John Hawkes’
SECOND SKIN for a course
in graduate school (years before
he had bought LIME
TWIG b/c of its title but
never got to first base:
not Hawkes’ fault, not
Howard Hawkes’ either)
– but only to give
away – to sell –
like is this poet
calling himself a fraud
among the stacks of one
of the few smokey -still-
smokey cafe bookstores in
the sleepy state of Amerika
with a k, pronounced
as fraud, freud,
quiet associative steps
on the merciful stair-
well to conclusion.
