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Sport 42: 2014

I may be a while

I may be a while

His last four years have nothing to say,
not because they don’t want to

but because there’s no real words
to choose from.

Like a who’s who in a who-dunnit
the mystery resolves itself.

page 101 The first wrinkle around the mouth,
the weather and water-skiing.

You can have the wallpapering.
You can have the whist.

He whispers something about zippers
and cultured milk

and then his arms are crossed
over his chest.

Like a sarcophagus, like a bat sleeping,
like an X.