Praxis - Algebra Suicide

The opposite of green unleashed a new animal

calls where liquid lips were just released from lockjaw

A pale boy grabbed my hand as I walked by

And thinking his left eye aglow, spun it around to show me Germany

Land of husky women and beer, and thought I was impressed

I seem to remember chatting with an unskillfully dressed girl

Whose first name meant a lively Polish dance

She described how sometimes, an unborn baby will press its face up against its

mother’s womb

Thinking it a window.

It must be why children look like distortions of their

parents

Each time a voice is raised or a skinny black tie is flung romantically across

the room

I cringe like a sensitive plant

There was a largeness about this place which makes people abandon their silence

In (and?) their clothes, and those (no?) such things should only be discussed

in telegrams

Many photos are taken, and soon we find ourselves guilty and inflated

Between pages of a magazine