blackbirdonline journalFall 2009  Vol. 8  No. 2
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GERALD STERN

I

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                                                                                                And you have
                              seen a lot, but I. was almost exhausted,
                              sitting in state over his uncooked bacon
                              and shook the waiter up for he was from Naxos
                              and understood guts, but he was more used to fish
                              and it was walls I. talked about for he was
                              already ruined by walls and he said walls
                              destroy you and asked the waiter to think of walls
                              in his own life and it was Mexico too and
                              Palestine, for he didn’t mind the literal
                              and even he loved them too, and he himself
                              built one once without cement and spent
                              months on the puzzle and stood thirty feet away
                              with his right hand over his eyes, more like the hat’s
                              green peak than anything else and planned the table
                              next to the stone and thought of the path to the kitchen
                              and how the herbs would be at eye level
                              though sometimes it was abstruse and sometimes even
Cosmos Diner        too confusing for both of them at the booth
                              third from the door looking out Twenty-third.

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