Where are the fireworks by which I
can kneel once more before a man
and be humiliated by romantic expectations,
down the black air rivulets of light
dying on the surface of the Mediterranean?
What about those women at the gym today, dry
as old sandwiches, and as lonely…
waiting as if for the opera conductor in his dirty tuxedo.
The dogs on Rose Street are frantic—probably a coyote
has come down from the hills, hungry
for what raccoons left strewn by the bins.
At St. Gabriel’s the bells bang and swing.
Next door a little boy has begun sobbing.
Where is the church of hands, the small doors opening…
KIM ADDONIZIO’s work has appeared in the UK in Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems (Bloodaxe), Ambit, and The Times Literary Supplement. She lives in Oakland, CA and is online at www.kimaddonizio.com.