The sky is a big responsibility. And I am the lone intern. This explains
my drinking. This explains my luminous portage, my baboon heart
that breaks nightly like the news. Who
am I kidding? I am Diego Rodríguez Velázquez. I am a dry
and eviscerated analysis of the Russian Revolution.
I am line seven. And my memory, like a melon,
contains many dark seeds. Already, this poem has achieved
the status of lore amongst you little people of New England. Nevertheless,
I, Dr. Samuel Johnson, experience moments of such profound alienation
that I have surrendered my pistols to the care of my sister,
Forgive me. For I have taken things too far. And now your carpet is ruined.
Forgive me. For I am not who you think I am, I am Charlie Chaplin
playing a waiter embarrassed by his occupation. And when the rich woman
enters this bistro, I must pretend that I’m only pretending to play a waiter