1/27/11

Peter Davis

Memories

Your gymnastics coach was inconsolable.
I remember how you teased your hair
and dabbed your eyelid. Your poor blue
eyelid, all florescent with the valley of the shadow.
Your little fish belly eyelids weren't alit
for no reason. I remember times
when you seemed like a robot, all stiff
with certain noticeable side effects.
Come on, Tina!
You know how to fold a tablecloth, Tina.
Don't give me any crap.
You know how to fold a tablecloth, Tina.

Peter Davis' new book, Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! is available from Bloof Books. Visit Peter's website.

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