New Deal

New Deal, East Cambridge. © Chris Bronsk 2014.

Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It’s beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chords begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last light—full of spheres and zones.
Denis Johnson, from “Heat,” in The Incognito Lounge and Other Poems

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