By Alex Z. Salinas
IT HAPPENED AGAIN (for D.B.) Today at the bookstore A poet introduced himself to me We tossed up the same scribes The same publisher (surprise) Conversation flowed More than I wanted it to But big bro had to’ve been on Decade 5 The case of the slow chase And he knew I too was on his same side Come to my next gathering, he invited (Writers and painters and coffee breath, oh my) Your book is here in the store, he inquired Moments later he remarked on a mad tale With New Yorker’s flair: “Polished stuff, you can tell” Then out into Van Gogh’s evening I sailed Because I was dog sick drowning and had to Because the moment I’ve died for Arrived— The end flashing again like a cult film: Them returning my cold raw heart on their own time.
Alex Z. Salinas is the author of poetry collections WARBLES and DREAMT, or The Lingering Phantoms of Equinox. He is also the author of a book of stories, City Lights From the Upside Down.
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