the planet collapsed and the gravid Queen wailing.
turn your face and let your mind drift out of focus.
That’s not a man. That’s Michelangelo’s David.
—Michael? It’s me.
Yes, I remember.
—The children couldn’t be with us tonight. Tell us how you did it, Michael.
another port and lemon, Michael?
—Michael? Let me see your hands.
See, I sought my enemy and found myself.
—Yes, you have such beautiful eyes. Come, let us count the stripes on the flag. Are you a prophet in need of disaster?
Isn’t it meaningful! Pass me the lemons.
well wishers watching the wishing well, wishing
cup your hands
and pour your trembling face