Alright, fine—but it must be?
some
dazed, sunny after-
noon situated
somewhere in between
Memorial
and Labor Day—opaque
with condensation-
thick
and ice
cube grey-
colored billows of yardsmoke—
for it
to feel
even
remotely okay!
the way
that—Heart
of Glass
is bleeding—
weirdly
into My
Sherona!
