That’s All

Troubled by innumerable omens –

what at any rate we took to be
the hints and harbingers
of an uneasy fate –

we walked into Manhattan’s
middle June attempting to attune
our indistinctnesses
to perpendicularities

of East Eleventh Street
and Second Avenue.
This didn’t take us very far.
We saw ourselves reflected

in the window of a Chinese
restaurant and thought:
How interesting we are!
Distracted by this view of us,

the two of us forgot
whatever we were
trying to recall.
That’s all.






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