YES, YES, COLETTE!
for Colette Coyne (1968-1998)
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See,
see.
Fingertip to lip, a compress on a volcano Because -- because. Because you iced the cake, see, Sitting so businesspersonlike shhshing sundry gently Reading a book in a chair you’d dance everywhere So unfair, Fair Maiden, the phone may ring but now We’re dancing no way to answer, see. So, Easter Let’s romp to cover the earth (your earth) in fragile lines, Camel’s hair brushes, watercolor pastels and gently boiled jello egg. Tender slope of hill and steady drum, the phone, Footfall somewhere in between. Where on earth can you be? To answer the phone to see: sure it’s you, for you. Always will Be wrapping the present. Moment. Someone, drying a plate of all Things, the glint catches and blinds, tills the memory. Colette Coyne, it’s you for you. Hello? Hello. Hello, Colette? Keep Answering hello as the plate, Thanksgiving, tilts, slips, shatters time So move we must keep on going just dancing everywhere Who’s going to get up early to cook your breakfast? See see. Yes yes. Colette Coyne. Again again. Day after night after day and spin world spin Spin world spin world in spinning we begin |