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A Good Year Down *    by Jeni Olin
New York will not accept me at this weight & Mothers of the disappeared don’t come ‘round Here anymore. I said you’re housekeeping aren’t you With Lipton tea stains & the Establishment Seriously attracted. He said: No I’m turning down the beds. Now it’s my turn In bed with a beautiful American rage Like brunettes with night sweats. My love Semiprecious & stoned In the shoulder season we hold on Though I am dismal & have no dope Siphoned off behind pink Easter I fake an optimism Just to breathe—Just thinking of him for once & The Wandering Jew that ate my sunshine But I know flowers like Zorro was my dad Those garlands of thin hissing lasers So with the “sexy isotherms Of semiotics” we meet again at the Kiev To check chemistry. They bring the lights Down on those cherry pies & like cryogenics It sorta works. This time my love The salt doll of night egging us on Straight to the zeppelin mooring With she-has-a-bit-of-the-neardamned-in-her- Like-when-a-cloud-dies construed as Well, all right, I’ve seen worse.  More Olin on Amazon