The East Village

Carrie Etter


misquoted I will not near my father's door 
for quixotic incredibility superadded to almost ascetic ramblings
collapses in easy while nagging dismissal in
the yet-red coals, in one unadulterated gaze
that will unman him, will urge him to indulge
tears on my mother's breast that he will 
not, ultimately, credit

what frolic can be had will be had in the Lethe