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ANDREW CARNEGIE

She’s kissing me inside a block
Of twenty-one hits in a row
What am I, legal aid? Being
Open to the moment I am aware

Of a solitary spontaneity
That the reflections in the windows
Of the subway celebrate
Momentously but not without joy

Which it translates from the Spanish,
She’s pissed past the point
And has come back around
To the lending library concept

Turn down your radio
And stop having sex in church
Already. Even meticulous recordkeeping
Won’t keep me from what I wish,

Not even the marginal rates
Remind me of what we were like
Back when the work we need to do
Wasn’t looking for advice from the state