And where do you find them?
Dreams? Nightmares is more like it. What’s not right?
We were in Samoa. The sea will wash over us.
He came like the Johnstown flood.
It was worth waiting around for.
And the women who smiled majestically.

Give us silly, damaged things,
felony cruisers, and hours after the moon.
I lay there dumber than a dead house sparrow.
It was intentional. Snails and scales we read,
and it all ties in with Grandma, the businesses,
the absolute stench of romance. Don’t even think about it.
We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing,
I say.

From “Laughing Creek,” in Quick Question, by John Ashbery, 2012.


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