MFA

–Iowa City, 1978

I was the one reading Stendahl
With my Coke bottle spectacles
And Rasputin gloves
When I lay down
There was no ceiling

Other things occurred—
I went to the mineralogical institute
They let me finger the stones
Later the moon was full
I drew piano keys in the air

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