Jacket 15 - Ethan Paquin --- poem --- A Vision, Winter

Through the syrup of night, trees — over there.

Beauty approaches with knocked-out teeth.

Hard to persuade someone who refuses to admit
to the jeweled tang
of their piss —

but I’ll try. She’s looking for me.

She’s not looking for anyone else. I know this.

Swing, fat ballerina,
you’ve gained weight.

I’ll see you through the lean times —
diets, forced vomiting, the like.

On my back I wear a child’s piano —

Tinkled notes of midnight, crisply frozen grass

Jacket 15 — December 2001 Contents page
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