She Floated Away
After Hüsker Dü

A mob of slam dancers hurls and shoves in the mosh pit of the park fountain—all this furor, thrust-riot, all this outage, the ridding

of the white corset. Under the cankered poplar a man rests his stiff leg across his lover’s knees, leans into her narrow shoulder and scratches a rough scratch in the V of her thighs—

the axis of her body, black as the tail of a swallow, forked as a dowsing rod.

Yet her gaze is fixed on the fountain,