This poem is taken from PN Review 150, Volume 29 Number 4, March - April 2003.
The ProcedureI
One still wore a wristband from the disco
where we'd flattered each other through the strobe
long before she was of an age to boast
as many tongues as many-tongued Rumor.
II
It dawned as it dawns on San Francisco
on another who rummaged in her robe
and varied the standard issue tea and toast
with a grapefruit the size of a tumor.
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