IN THE ABLUTION
In the ablution
of ambition
of several summer
shaves and showers
your beard
still waiting for you
on Central Park West
with mirror
and bagel over jalapeno
and cream cheese
fixing her dyed red hair
eyes glued on 9/11 mourning
of her friend Andrei
who came to all of my plays
off off Broadway,
Frisco, Boston,
eating a Russian belintz
cheering me on
as our names fell over
on his last computer screen
the first plane
did its thing
and he was through
with political correctness
his old man said weeping
at the memorial.
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