for Paul Zimmer
SHIMMERING SELMERS in the window, Sabretts
umbrellas on the corner, purpled Henrietta
boogie-jumping with her silver-haired studcake.
boogie-jumping with her silver-haired studcake.
I’d gone downtown to buy a box of Rico 4s,
a half-step tougher than I could handle,
but what kid who’s just bombed a chem test doesn’t need
to blow a tenor with a stiff reed? Girlfriends
came later, and, oh, how I wanted just to like
chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia,
