He crushed his cigarette. Soon the bus would leave,
Bear ing him closer
LO
th e mirror image h e felt
Would a t las t so lve th e mys tery, the song, of Cincinnati.
Would he gra b his wrist, and shout, "Okay, you bl ew
It,
th e gorilla suit fool ed no one!" - enraged , at himself,
At the encounter forty years ago, here in the "eas t,"
When someone had used the cos tume of a hairy beast,
And the phrase "My littl e penguin " to seduce, then leave,
A mongo lo id nun, her womb fill ed
w~th
Paul himself ...
Finally, th e ho tel, the too thl ess night clerk-he felt
Nauseous, swea ty, as the old man fluttered his blue
Eyes, spoke : "Drake? My name, too. Welcome to Cincinnati."
In his ape mask, Paul felt the blue barrel kick, cleave
The clerk's fa ce from east to wes t .
..
H e shook himself–
T he clerk was sno ring ...
It
was evening in Cincinnati.
