Mine Is the First Rodeo, Mine Is the Last Accolade – Jaswinder Bolina
December 13, 2011, 7:12 am
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I’m grateful for the man now sleeping with my ex-lover.
It’s true I loved her, but it’s right that someone be with her now
in the dark hour of our republic. Life is no good anymore.
There are no jobs and no money, and it’s good
that someone be with her now under street lamps filtered
through sheer curtains at night, the pale approximation of daylight
illuminating the outer slope of my ex-lover’s left thigh
and the asymmetrical birthmark located there I thought
resembled the bust of Martin Van Buren,
which that man should smooch now and cherish
as I did those tender hours on the other side of time and the republic
when in the opulence of waking I’d move to the window to squint
at the dapper bodies passing which seemed then to know
where they were going in morning. What awaited
when they arrived there. No job, no money,
I’m grateful for the man now with my ex-lover,
how she survives with him the dark hour, the sad redundancies,
the human condition so like a phonograph skipping,
which is the condition of urging the same thing over
anticipating a different result. How dull it is,
its mimeographed disasters, dull the way the bankers are
offing themselves now in morning again, leaping from windows again,
the republic fretting as though it’s the first republic, the first dark hour.
The dull way the man drives daily at daybreak away from my ex-lover
in an extravagant light believing that, if he does, that when he does,
he’ll be the first to hurt her. O, enduring sun.

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