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Last
night
I was
Bowie
briefly
gliding
from
empty
office
to
empty
office
asking
each
time
where’s
the dance?
only to continue
bowie-ing
my way
through
transparent
walls
in a pearl
grey suit
that
was
more
Cohen
than
Bowie
more
femme
than
butch
never
finding
anybody
much less the dance
my eyes
under a wide-
brimmed
hat
stage-worn
& hushed
as Mars
Guillermo Filice Castro is the author of Agua, Fuego (Finishing Line Press, 2015). He’s a recipient of an Emerge-Surface-Be fellowship from the St. Mark’s Poetry Project. A native of Argentina, he now resides in New York City.
