Looking for a Man

December, 2018

 

Look for a man

clad in long sleeves.

He cuffs a knife.

He won’t beg.

Across the street a smart

phone plays Ravel’s Bolero

while a woman screams

in French The madman!

The madman!

 

Look for a man

made by Pfizer

whose thyroid eyes

don’t blink

at night while

you and I

and the stars do.

 

Look for a man

from the movies

alongside Peter Lorre,

black or white

he left pop-

corn in your empty hand,

dropped poison

in your ear, cut scarlet

kisses on your exhausted

throat.

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