The Question
Strange hand that appears
held out towards me asking-
"Am I changed so by coming
from under this toilet partition wall?"
Harry Fainlight
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For the Ghost of Hart Crane
Again, the rustling of a piece of toilet-paper
summons you back, bringing you pacing & fidgeting
down the long cell-blocks of cubicles,
trying the doors or pretending to be looking for a nickel
until suddenly, your few seconds up,
the automatic flushing system unleashes,
discharging you back into your drowning.
Hart,
stay back there & forget me-- forget
this system their pumping refills, this stillness
already being baited with fresh rustlings.
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