"A Portrait of Beverly C"
"There is too much to tell in one sitting.
She is not sitting she stands with her t-shirt from Harvard
to large that just fits, dipping fruited yogurt
from white styrofoam on Sunday, reading ads from Target.
Every genius needs a balance to be balanced.
She is she and I observed the balance in an afternoon.
Wheat in July, corn in July, fresh artichokes.
What were we talking about?
Money for a little while.
She's eating with a silver spoon from the Edna Doyle
Estate of which she was recipient of six silver spoons,
one for ice cream and five others for the storage shed.
I ask her anything about tomorrow and she says probably.
And I agree, having no choice except
to open doors leaving a place.
I place my interest extracurricularly in her face
and small bones my curriculum, a xylophone of much discreet
music with discretion also, the crevices
between equally musical, movies to be made and lived and made."