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In a Beautiful Country by Kevin Prufer
BY KEVIN PRUFER
A good way to fall in love
is to turn off the headlights
and drive very fast down dark roads.
Another way to fall in love
is to say they are only mints
and swallow them with a strong drink.
Then it is autumn in the body.
Your hands are cold.
Then it is winter and we are still at war.
The gold-haired girl is singing into your ear
about how we live in a beautiful country.
Snow sifts from the clouds
into your drink. It doesn’t matter about the war.
A good way to fall in love
is to close up the garage and turn the engine on,
then down you’ll fall through lovely mists
as a body might fall early one morning
from a high window into love. Love,
the broken glass. Love, the scissors
and the water basin. A good way to fall
is with a rope to catch you.
A good way is with something to drink
to help you march forward.
The gold-haired girl says, Don’t worry
about the armies, says, We live in a time
full of love. You’re thinking about this too much.
Slow down. Nothing bad will happen.
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El Poem
on a hard plastic seat painted comfortable—
youthful chubbiness,
wavy black hair
and sprinkling red beads
tapping against the glass
like small crystals—
asleep, nobody will ever wake her—
outside the fog she is missing
and the morning groan
the train is making—
she’ll live forever
or until Lil Wayne,
the ringtone,
will take her
-LC, Sept. 10’
On Moviemaking
moviemaking is the greatest
gluttony of all—
where the awkward boys
from the suburbs
live the lives they always wanted,
fictitiously,
safely behind the glass
and
circuit boards
that gently suspend
their unfavorable identities
like a veil
taken by wind—
milling around,
standing unsure of themselves,
always minding
the placement of their
shaky hands—
nonetheless,
they are at
Complete Control,
for once,
briefly,
but long enough
to linger
under hot lights
and
assertive looks and
feel their
attention spreading how,
as children,
they always wanted
mommy to look
but now,
they think,
she has no choice.
-LC, May 11’ (reedited)
