Sarah Rosenthal

from Manhatten

Discreet Charm

Look through the sight lines
The blood lines
I saw Christ
Dead on a bed in a shed
You saw your own murdered past
The girl in jeans is a revolutionary
Lay with me
On the couch
In the garden
Leaves in our hair
Tell the train dream
Dine with me on Friday
The maid's face inscrutable
She clears
He stuffs
They walk
Down a suburban road
In their finest
Nowhere to go
The youngest drunk
As always
Consider lilies
Rack and screw
Sip a dry martini
His gulp displays origins
He was just nervous