Bandolier

Having you see her often tell me, reflexive,
brazed, silver eye-teeth metier

in the land of gaslight, undoing the insoluble
avenue commemorating General

Slocum’s Disaster Centennial, posted to the
Herald, glowing twinned,

the facetop on a second track,

banded distended through a brass ear
trumpet playing,

what Billy Sue meant to mean to Bobby Jo.