How it Goes

This reading was recorded by Alessandro Mistrorigo for Phonodia in Venice, Italy, on the 15th of October, 2013.

Read by Philip Morre on 15 October 2013

How it Goes

Someone has to be, in life, the minor hood
who gets wasted in the pre-title sequence,
the little man in the yellow inflatable,
the maid that screams...

I guess we would all bestride, if we could,
the narrow world like colossi; reticence
is what holds us back, surely: we’re capable
of prodigious dreams.

Yet on the vaporetto once, overheard:
Lauritzen! you may be a millionaire, and I
a flea . . .” (una pulce, feminine) – Shouldn't I have cried,
Bedbug, where's your pride?

Flea-men risk being taken at their word.
Blow your own shofar! – However busily
siphonaptera circumambulate the walls,
Jericho won’t fall.

Now I like to think the screamer gets to squeeze
Bogey’s thigh at the cast party; in the rower’s
own mind at least, his inflatable’s bearing down
on Sword or Omaha.

As for the hood, I’m not so sure: some knees
are made for bending. Besides, he’s ‘gone over’,
as they say, ‘stiffed’ – and his widow about town
in a new fox-fur.

from The Sadness of Animals (Canterbury: San Marco Press, 2012).

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