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                            PLEASURE PRINCIPLE We are failed agnostics, so many momentsof conviction. Even this midwestern
 sunrise moves us--Rothko strip of pink
 above the Poultry Lab. All appetite,all sweat and dander, what keeps us
 from the neighbors' throats
 (their garden gnomes, their damneddog barking)? Maybe just this labial glow,
 the way the lake ice mutters and booms...
 It's early, cold out. These bodiesare nothing, wear them once
 and throw them away--
 but they're good nothing. Your warm neck,small snore. Roomful of salmon light.
 Night unzipping its sequined gown.
  --Jon Loomis Copyright c 2001 by Oberlin College. May not be
                              reproduced without permission. |