It happens in a bar, talking
While a woman sings old jazz tunes,
When some phrase—
You don't even know the song—
Makes your jaw ache with beauty.
Or you wake up and your arm's asleep
So you don't notice at first,
But your lover's naked body
Is so pure and human
You can't keep from crying.
Or on the street
A man turns his head
To look in a shop window,
And in his neck twist
The sinews of our world. 


(published, in slightly different form and with the title "Revelation," in The Louisville Review; featured at The Hypertexts)


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