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Song of Myself in a Hotel with a View of the Pacific Ocean
1.
When I am closer to sharks
I am closer to God.
2.
The mayor�s wife slept
with another man
in this very hotel. It�s heaven
as a punch line
spoiled in the delivery. I remember
the year better
with wine, a pure nose of black
currant and spicy oak.
3.
I saw an orgy. It happens
all the time
here said the concierge,
his mouth an applauding
wind, a meadow with teeth,
the streets littered
with strangers
touching one another.
4.
I am a historian of hallway conversation.
I know word for word
how a knock-knock joke begins. I am
an expert at doors.
5.
A tourist, the wide-eyed version
of me, spent the day
along the outskirts of the city,
making love
in a stranger�s backyard
with a woman
whose name meant victory
in Latin, the uncut
grass a hammock of clear
light, that place people call
God, a bed housekeeping had
yet to make.
6.
Like a flag, like a child running
with one
around the lobby, I am at my most
beautiful
earning my sleep before bed, touching
myself, the body opened
like a reference book on a desk,
say a page from The Way
Things Work: this is an offshore
angler, this is how you make bearings
sing with the saltwater, this is what you do
in the big wind.
�2007 by Frank Matagrano
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