The Attitude of Sun (translated from French)

I gorged on

stillness…

chug-a-lugged the opposite of what ails me

(to the dregs)

tying off on the high of a

sudden privacy binge

–itself a purge—

and so civilized

–going pagan

to wrap myself around

my unwrapped “altogether”

and dance without reflection

recalling her

–the one who’d gotten me into this

–me.

The “she”  before this made all reflection

a freak show–

–and tell…and tell…and

.hell.

dancing yet more freely as

no one watches

anyway

–and by no one, I mean

everyone watches

but him

still–

glutted, I gloat now

all but, and some bloat

–how

I revel in so much air

d

 o

  w

   n there

↵and every direction north of there↑

bound chest exploding

boom-boom

(chicas)

boom-boom

meringue

in whipped up release

minus the frenzy

–no other can hear,

C

or out do.

w presence desired or disdained

–just me.

and I’m back

waa-laa!

and just me

taa-daa!

(is enough)

misfortune a maiden

not nearly so grey,

(before dye)

after all

is said and

done-done-gone

–augering

the return to me.