Slim Fit

The dull red light casts an angry gaze

over the twisting bodies of the young girls

dancing to the beat of a drum

that no one hears.

The musicians as each other of the song they once knew

through questioning glances with each beat,

“Is this where I fit in?”

I see that backward glance

of the accident framing the solitude of a flaccid wrist

and think to myself the same question

as the dancing girls

and of those stammering musicians.

I look at the gory picture

and ask,

“Is this where I belong?”

 

May 29, 1998

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