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Sport 41: 2013
Him
page 21
Him
Hold on, you’ve gone from nest to bloom
that can’t be good—you’re changing hosts—
airy beds or earthy quilts?
And birds and nests cannot be coasts.
The stage you play our love out on
is muddled, crossed—I’ve lost the gist
nail plank to plank for acting out
stage by stage our lovers’ tryst—
be audience to your own sad plight
see where the plot lines creak and shift
tell it straight and tell it right
right-telling gives the story lift—
decide, for God’s sake, when and where,
for how to make this tribute to
gentle love and brutal life
if time and place are in dispute?