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From The Rose, which will be published this month by Graywolf Press.

Me & Amanda went to see David
Blaine the night of the Scorpio

Eclipse. He held his breath
For over ten minutes in an orb

Of water. I remember
His daughter doing a dance

Then we walked soft thru the casino
BBLs & tiny dresses, the lull of slots

& AC—there’s a feeling of safety
 in there you know &
A powerful idea America hates:
 that there’s dignity

In pleasure. Copious good quality intelligence
 spent
Working out the right way to make even me
 feel happy

Floating thru the crowd on the unnerving
Feats of David Blaine

We found our bodies drawn
Toward an almost serpentine

Cerebral energy—you could feel it yards
Away—before you saw them—a table of men

Poring over their cards like nuclear
Physicists on deadline—

Strange electric brain
Power physically stimulating

The asp uncoiled from its tree
Inside me, drawing us from the pink

Lights of the money machines
To halogen-white intensity

When a man dressed impeccably in gray
Looked up from his cards & stared

At me—long & hard

    Lock of hair dropped over his brow

He held my gaze
Till I couldn’t take it anymore

& dropped my eyes—
Amanda gripped my arm

Wait—were we already walking arm in arm?
She, the beautiful one, steadied me

Did that really just happen I said
It really did she said. Give me a second I need

To catch my breath I said, steering us
Cowardly just slightly out of the guy’s

Sightline. I think
I understand Dante now I said

& also Beatrice. Did you know Petrarch’s Laura
Was the great-grandmother of the Marquis

De Sade? This is the kind of conversation
I make when I’m stalling.

What if one look is all you get
Century to century?

Only one poker room in this whole giant casino
This the era of the starved polar

Bear & the skinny lion—predators
In a growing wasteland devoid of prey.

The most famous game—font of metaphor—
Relegated to the back of the hall & only a few

Tables & most of them empty
Gorgonic eye fucking with me

He shocked me back into the ancient
World. Saw me back

Into poetry

For Amanda Fortini


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