Gabrielle Calvocoressi Poems

Like the horn you played in Catholic school
the city will open its mouth and cry
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My eyes are shaky and glimmer like the stars.
My head turns to the left and it moves
just like a pendulum. The kids laugh and shake
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Shakey Eyes Horton had nystagmus too.
That's what my father said and took me
to the record store so we could buy him
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Dad calls her the Dowager but I call her Aunt G.
Aunt G. at the Polo Lounge. Aunt G. drinking gimlets
by the pool. Aunt G. asking about Babe even
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