And
just before the last lapsed Christian finds
Fragments
of love in the arena of meanwhile-back-
At-the-shoe-store
before Aïda dances seven veils
While
Theodora stripped of her bruised nightgown
Sings
does he love me or do I love her in a cheap
St
Charles hotel room so used to sunlit dirt some call
Hope
that even New Orleans could possibly hold
Choices in the matter could drowse the cotton
Warehouse lullaby of soft southern truck talk
Perhaps
an ugliness the final pillar of our salvation
Of
our dream of another continent of a clean
Death
no different than this one right now you say
When
I think of it my eyes tear up I want to forget
So
I can read it all over again for the first time
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