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Randall Mann

The Summer of 1996

 
            Gainesville, Florida
 
The librarian,
my grave
purveyor
of white

gloves,
rare books:
King Payne
allegedly

danced
on a white
horse;
King Charles IX

named
the peninsula
New France,
off chance,

in 1564.
That’s Florida
for you!
Right.

A summer
of kings,
and clubs,
and queens:

the late
Todd aka
Toddonna
(for money,

she feigned
only
Madonna)
crawled

onto the scene—
drag fight;
fag night—
at Ambush.

Butch.
A monocle
dangled
in her razored

neckline;
she saw us all
for what
we were—

not a lick.
Sick
of suspect
looks,

of plague,
I walked
Paynes Prairie:
one more

vague
elegy,
one more
basin

gone dry,
sand,
fairy
dust . . .

—A heron
stood rigid
as a palace
guard,

great
and blue
and useless.
The last word.
 

Randall Mann reads “The Summer of 1996”


Randall Mann’s new collection of poems, A Better Life, is out from Persea Books in April 2021. He lives in San Francisco.