The American Poetry Review

FOUR POEMS

Hotel Belgrade

(Residue, cellophane, liquid amber, pearl resin on cardboard)

Platinum blonde, with white
boxes of Russian
chocolates.

Silver liquid glitter,
lemon candle, crimson
leather 1970 Mercedes
sedan interior.

Gum drops, fox fur, cream
blouse with gold specks
and tiny orange embroidered-
flourishes.

Royal blue child-size suitcasecrammed with bookson the Death Driveand Hegel’s dialectics.

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