MCCLAFFERTY'S BY CHELSI SAYTI

My husband passes out on the bar


And I order another drink



Smooth Jazz from somewhere


On the street is pretty


the way nature is wrong



I light a cigarette


Hit Fire Machine


The salary men unsmiling in their suits and 60-hour work weeks


Shuffling all serious and orderly through last night's hangover, Shinjuku



That's right.



ZC would light them up


For me while he penned serious little notes


About Roth IRAS and Wittengenstein. A reliable


man, by all accounts, who'd tell me what to do


with his body



Now that consciousness is aloof and in leisure like a cat


at the door,



things are fine, either way


but the door must be open.