No Least
Michelle Greenblatt
He lives
in the mud but
only because
he wants to.
Make no mistake. He put
himself there.
When we are together he talks
of nothing but the mud. I noticed
his snout one night but he didn’t be / come
unbeautiful. I was afraid
I still mirrored
him, thought I knew nothing
of mud; by name he was [in]famous—by reputation,
he re
plied, even more so. but girlandboy eventually sp / lit
& splintered, unbreathing on my side
all the time—I did hope
to drown but never even came
close—after little else
but floundering I watched
him sunder then sink
below the surface of the puddle until at least
no least mattered: not even a quark
dared move
as he stretched his dirty
arm out to say goodbye.
2.24.2005
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