When We’re Not Ourselves

Gloria Frym

We’re busy doubling here
That petite coed she also robs banks

And dear lost idea I just thought you again
while you were tailing prose

And then we sail to Europe
Greeted by seas of cheer

In France we’re mobbed
with broken contracts

Everyone who was anyone else
guards their image

If you call me to your ear
I might skip the perfumed mezzanine

Off screen I run the books
while your mustache invites forty for dinner

Oh mama and your air kisses
Were you dead before you bore me

The girl behind the bar already
talked back she’ll get fired

or die she’s framed America’s famished
and drinks are chasing the house