Ben Lerner
Mezzotint for A
New Poems From the USA
The glass designed to amplify aroma was half empty
or half empty, depending on my temperament, the note
had but two beats, the indecisive nude reclined in half
relief. My better half had left me so I wrote her hemi-
stiches in the half-light of my halfway house, etc.
In order to get even, I got worse. I put a bullet through
my eye, which looked absurd, I hanged in bars,
I drowned in booze, I found the highest roof
in town and leapt and half way down
she called my cell and as I fell
we worked it out.