As/Is







11.26.2013


The Posit Trilogy: Re-posit: Eris Temple

 

That night I got raped by a brunette
chanteuse, I lay on the linoleum floor
of the front room sans blanket, and thought

I could hack it among the raw subalterns
of the Eris Temple, who could never
include me in their ranks, owing to my

posh education; outside, on Cedar Street,
October gave a last breath of heat before
the homeless had to hit rock bottom again,

and as Natalie lay next to me I calculated
my chances of surviving at the dive bar
directly across from the Temple for the

length of a Jack & Coke, West Philly
concrete mixed into it like so many notes—