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I remember the evening’s acronym,
ice on bread and animal sponge
pills growing in cups. I remember
the sweatsuit, the shoes.
The how we came and went
and went. The hour asleep
on the carpet. I remember being told
Joe Brainard, Joe Brainard was tiny!
Listening and waiting
for “I’m Your Puppet”
to end, Brenton Wood to start.
Dehydration earlier, empty stomach,
nearly passed out in the art store foyer.
Then the walk toward it,
Mande saying lower your head
to not pass out in the future, mom and
dad saying heart murmur heart
murmur please see the doctor!
Posted 04/29/09