|When you hear your name called,
stretch your fingers like a pianist—
clap sixty times in a steady beat.
Drink a little wine, play Elvis tunes,
re-tell the story of when his heart was broken
for the first time, he created a dance so sad
he never showed it to anyone.
Later, enter a room with a made bed, stiff
effigy sheets. Plan on midnight cake.
While the highway cars play chicken
and the neighbor’s schnauzer
lets itself be known as the top dog
on the block, spring will carol on,
another year indistinct.