Jun 2, 2009

I Slept Last Night

Written by Jen Currin

Read by Matthew Nienow

And she will slap me & slam
out of this story.

Another prison narrative
ending in photography.

We were drinking chamomile tea,
contemplating international apples.

You were having a good visit with your spirit
& a terribly awkward friend.

Now at the airport, a person
who has difficulty with authenticity
climbs out of her plastic bags.

In actions as well as words,
we are sorry.

Lately you’ve been glistening
in & out of luck,
filling one notebook after another.

Lately you’ve been wandering.

I faced east to know you
but you were already recording
our farewell music,

a tinny drum & just a few bells…

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