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Sport 5: Spring 1990

1. Hier in der Zunft Stube

1. Hier in der Zunft Stube

I'm dyslexic—
two weeks of speaking pidgin German—
Heidi (or Gretchen) brings me beer,

weizen Bier (made from wheat)
is neat, its creamy froth tops
thirty centimeters. A week ago

I first came in and humbly, stumbling asked,
'Was heift Bunftstube?' does Heidi remember
my prowess with the deutsche Sprache

and the Gothic script? A Lieder episode
is transacted on my right by an intense suited
gent and his sometime flushed reluctant partner

while canned mountain music yodels the story
in dialect at a mercifully acceptable level.
She says no but holds his hand and the story's

all but told— O schdne Mullerin, dein ist mein
Herz! And now he's reading her palm!
Emotional kitsch

connived at by the gonad driven
heart. Tonight I'd settle for the gonads.