Lohengrin
By Carey Jobe
Watch closely, you’ll glimpse him:
—nights, lodged in a two-star
downtown German hotel,
a black silhouette by a third-
floor window, hushed eavesdropper
as drunks, haggling prostitutes
bark phrases of shattered glass
—hungry, holed at the local
Burger King, scoping faces, tasting
a sameness that’s not quite r…
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