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The Invitation


by Gary Percesepe


The poet could not speak of himself

but only of the gradations leading toward

him and away.  ~ Mark Strand

 

 

I'm having trouble

coming up with titles

to these new poems,

 

I told her. That's easy

she said.

Call the first Dr.

 

And the second?

Reverend, she replied, as

I shot my cuffs,

 

re-tightened my tie.

And the third and fourth?
I asked.

 

Your Honor, for the third,

she said, clearly

enjoying this.

 

I didn't wait for the fourth.

If she were real, I'd never

have invited her to this garden.

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