>After the prose poem – “Blue Movie” by Joe Rosenblatt

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XIV

by Joe Rosenblatt

The body you think you own is not your own,

is a rented tuxedo where you shine

like nuptial ants inside some pleasure dome

lifting molecules above their mind….

Transporting glitter at your wedding

the self you think you own is your tuxedo

till shadows lower it by parasol

to a beach polluted with tadpoles and panama hats.