Thursday, October 6, 2022

The Art of Shooting in the Dark Denice Frohman

 

The Art of Shooting in the Dark

Denice Frohman
after Pedro Pietri

We were      nocturnal players, 
Bats in ball,      & ever since Don Pedro said 
There are Puerto Ricans      on the moon 
The night is      my cousin      & the clustered stars 
My cousin      & Saturn’s little ring of smoke      my second cousin 
Though not the same ring      as a freshly snapped Medalla bottle      which
My abuelo      also named Pedro      apparently liked too much 
But back to the moon      the first rock      dollop of sugar  
& slinging hoop in the dark      which we learned was a game
      of approximation

Less math      more muscle memory      less Mozart      more Machito 
Like descarga      more riff      more wrist. 
We set our eyes      on not seeing      but feeling a thing through, indeed
From elbow to hip      wherever the orange lip might lead

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