April 29.
The Abandoned Mozart Players
In this orchestra we drive a 1946 Buick Special
up and down First Avenue into downtown
fearless in the underworld we don’t even know
what day it is our feet pull themselves away a bit more
each morning where we walk arm in arm through the mall
to shoplift earrings from Claire’s and cherry cola lips
time lists and tilts its hoary head here in dreamland
now the sandbar is exposed Baby Island a shimmer
mirage on the green edge of Whidbey what happened
to that girl with the Strawberry Shortcake tattoo her brain
filled with blood at the edge of twenty one her twin
brother scrubbed chimneys her mother a cook in the prison
our bodies told us what we craved but oh darling our faces
our faces are no longer ours
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