Swallowed Like Jewels

Jewels. © Chris Bronsk 2015.


We work in this building and we are hideous
in the fluorescent light, you know our clothes
woke up this morning and swallowed us like jewels
and ride up and down the elevators, filled with us,
turning and returning like the spray of light that goes
around dance-halls among the dancing fools.
My office smells like a theory, but here one weeps
to see the goodness of the world laid bare
and rising with the government on its lips,
the alphabet congealing in the air
around our heads. But in my belly’s flames
someone is dancing, calling me by many names
that are secret and filled with light and rise
and break, and I see my previous lives.

—Denis Johnson, The Incognito Lounge

(This photograph is from Visitors, an ongoing series of street photography taken on Boston’s mass transit.)

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