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The Double Truth - Chard deNiord
I
What a Doll Am I
I rise naked each morning and stand
at the window with arms outstretched
and feet apart like da Vinci's figure in the circle
and wait for the day's attendants to dress me
in garments they choose for that morning—
a shroud one day, a coat of lead the next.
What a doll am I to these attendants
whose only task is to remind me
day after day of who I am:
that man or woman I think I'm not.
Trailer
The guests are floating in the lobby,
walking but also gliding to the front desk
then away, checking in, checking out,
muscular souls adorned in cotton,
wool, and rayon, chewing the future
inside their heads, slicing the air
with ironed pleats, avoiding the camera
at every turn so as, so as to get it right
this time, which is the first time.
First cut, best cut!
the director shouts
since this is also a silent film for the deaf
and therefore everyone. His aim
is to get the cast to see what they've
been missing, to disregard the very sounds
that they don't hear to begin with,
but would notice immediately
if they were gone. See how they glide
on the ether above the floor.
The insouciance, Lord. The insouciance!
They are all here in the magic of the set,
every soul in the guise of a guest
going about her business, a rendezvous here,
an assignation there, the solitary sipping
at the bar. Someone striking appears
at the door. The rain outside beats down
on the streets with terrible force until all
you can hear is the roar of the sky as it passes
above, and then below, on its narrow tracks.
Renunciation
A small dark cloud in the shape of no
appeared at the edge of the otherwise clear October
sky, then floated as an answer inside my head
to a question that I forgot, as if my mind
and sky were one, but without a breeze to blow
the no into something else, anything else
beyond the little cause inscribed across
the earth. What a sky is the mind, I thought. What a field
the heart. And the more I thought, the larger the cloud
became, as if I knew from the start I couldn't
love for long, much less forever as the blue
appeared to want. As if the sky were ready
to remove its veil at the sign of the smallest cloud,
defer to the sudden drop of darkness again.
Club Erebus
Death is the mother of beauty.
—WALLACE STEVENS
They emerged from a door that wasn't a door
and floated across the room to the stage
which they ascended and began to sway
and bend and turn with only their G-strings on.
I sat at the bar drinking gin and smoking
a cigar, watching them work beneath
the lights, accept the funds of happy men
who took great care in folding their bills
like miniature towels inside the belts
around their thighs that went k'ching,
k'ching, until rings of bills adorned
their thighs and the music stopped
for a moment, long enough for them
to disappear into the dark of the high
stone door at the end of the stage
where they waved good-bye, good-bye
and then were gone beneath the world