In one sense, you could say I was framed—in other words, led
into circumstances I wouldn’t otherwise have found myself in.
But that wouldn’t be the whole story.
You want me to “shed” light on it?
I can tell you now, that will never happen. I will say this,
the situation wasn’t some pink angora cardigan
with mother-of-pearl buttons that slip into the slot
they were made for just because you find yourself “a little chilly”
after a day at the beach, a little burned on the back,
at least the top of your shoulders. You found yourself wishing
again (didn’t you?) for some Polaroid moment
of the past when girls always sunned under umbrellas
and mascara stayed where you wanted it to. I can tell you that
will never happen again. We’re post-postmodern—in the city,
anyway. We know where we are going and it isn’t back and forth.
We want and light comes. We call what we want what we need.