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threesome with personism

BY JAMESON FITZPATRICK
 

                             Let all the different bodies
fall where they may
, ringing round the rosie,
              ashes to ashes et cetera—

                             Time stops for no man
but it will pause for three, nothing metaphysical about it,
              just a trick of being touched

                             in every place at once,
landing Lucky Pierre style in the center
           of attention. To be vied for, divided at last

                             between two persons:
technique on the one hand, content on the other
.
              To be the means

                             of your camaraderie,
latest point in a line passing between friends.
              A pastime. You’ve got nostalgia

              for the infinite and I’ve got
a finger on your nerve, evoking overtones of love
              without destroying
the mood.

                             Now you are speaking
to each other through me—quicker and surer
              a game of telephone, names misremembered 

                             and mispronounced.
It’s like Frank says: Nobody should experience
              anything they don’t need to

                             so I had to invent a life
to write, equal parts “yearning” and vulgarity,
              half tears, half refreshment.

                             Better than the movies,
a day in which I was in love
and between it.
              What can we expect? 

                             Everything,
but
              we won’t.

 

 

Jameson Fitzpatrick’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The AwlBuzzFeed ReaderPoetryPrelude, and elsewhere. He is the author of the chapbook Morrisroe: Erasures (89plus/LUMA Publications) and teaches writing at New York University.

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