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all your stars out

salinger was able
to describe the mundane rituals of a day
with such surgical precision
as to make the act of smoking a cigarette
in a bathroom
a symphony of the ineffable

he can keep his privileged drop out
l’enfant terribles
pitiful boys
never caught me in the rye

yet i long to share a table
with his glass family
so broken

joining hands to say the jesus prayer
before feasting on memories
of lost boys

served with banana fish
head of the table seated
would ask his beloved
if he was writing his heart out

are you living with all your stars out?

4 replies on “all your stars out”

Ah, thank you and you’re welcome, David. Yes, I’ve spent the last year with the Glass family. They exist to me as literary candy, so deliciously dysfunctional.

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