1
That a memory,
caught and mounted
for permanent display,
is not much
like anything that happens
can’t be surprising.
But where does that leave us?
Night at the Museum,
the set pieces
in their comic
ignorance of one another
take the stage.
2
In this series,
he tosses her
on the bed
like laundry
as she struggles
irrelevantly
against the stickiness
of tape
and it’s just this:
the blind persistence
of her struggle
and his (feigned?)
indifference,
the way each proceeds,
blinkered and mechanical,
into whatever
this recreates
