Face Down in History
Then the
gypsies abandoned their camp
and the
stars sank down to candles.
All I
could see was what could be
surmised
from circumstance,
a
dancing bear with a head scarf
and gold
earring climbing into a cab.
I was
never so young again.
The
banished Polish princess
who
shared her orange
spit the
seeds out on the floor.
She said
rule number one was simple,
like the
valley between her breasts.
There
was no rule number two.
