Exhibition A

I hope you realize
every exhibition you have missed.
Amy at the frieze, Amy
between the thumbs of the statue
David. It had been -- it was --
more than enough to say: drab.

Thanks us slowly. That's what
she said, any way. Her hand
was on the table, her mind was
on the radio, her dress was
nice-it-was-white
; WHOMEVER GOES HERE,
BEWARE!!! ; said her eyes
when she wasn't thinking about
what she looked like.

This was often. If I say
I cried on the doorstop, will you
free me? Is that what honesty
costs these days?

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