Costumes Exchanging Glances


                      The rhinestone lights blink off and on.
Pretend stars.
I'm sick of explanations. A life is like Russell said
of electricity, not a thing but the way things behave.
A science of motion toward some flat surface,
some heat, some cold. Some light
can leave some after-image but it doesn't last.
Isn't that what they say? That and that
historical events exchange glances with nothingness.
Mary Jo Bang, "Costumes Exchanging Glances" from The Last Two Seconds. Copyright © 2015 by Mary Jo Bang.  Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press.
Source: The Last Two Seconds (Graywolf Press, 2015)
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