April 11

April 11

Wendy’s gone but now it’s classical week,

and the stars are rhinestone studded—

those Russians with their spray-on tans,

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their paso dobles,

and bare chests run over the violinist’s

good hair and sex appeal—

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while at home we sit watching,

in our p.j.’s, beer in one hand,

cookie in another, wondering

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why we don’t glitter in the light like that,

what we might do to get one of those Russians

to take us for a spin.