One Night Without Realism by Corey Mesler
“Gather the broken pieces, connect them: these are the only things we have to work with.”
It was Joey Dee doing “Wing-Ding”
on the Roulette label
and Erin just asked if the roof
of the past was still so far
away. I put another plate of cold
cuts on the back of the nudist
at the foot of the davenport.
Jen said she thought the royalty she
knew weren’t up to royalty
standards. Rip nodded like a
marionette. The movie started
but we had all seen it. It was the one
where Ann Sheridan strips us all
of our pretensions. Later Erin and I em-
barked on a foolish osculation.
The lights came on for the last song.
It was Barbara Mason singing “Keep
Him” on the Arctic label. It
was angel music, the kind we died for.