It's 1968
and you're watching TV a speech thing on TV and sitting on a brown
pleather recliner and it's only black and white TV but a really
comfortable recliner and it's about Bobby Kennedy who's got a name
Bobby much cooler than your stupid name and Rosie Grier is there
and his name is lilke your mother's friend's name but he plays football
and he's important and you never got to sit in a recliner before and
it opens up and then someone on TV says Bobby Kennedy has been shot
Bobby
Kennedy has been shot and he's supposed to be bleeding and dead and
you're
afraid to move and no one is changing the channel there's no Daniel
Boone
no Annette to imitate on Mickey Club no Rob tripping over the footstool
no Laura no Chicken & Stars it keeps being this speech place and
Bobby
Kennedy has been shot there and he's bleeding on a floor and you're
afraid to move from the recliner and people are running around death
it's 1968.
Previously published in Long Island Quarterly, 2000, Frank
Van Zant
With nearly 300 credits, Frank has two collections out this year,
Climbing Daddy Mountain, from Pudding House, and The Lives of
the Two-Headed Baseball Siren, from Kings Estate. Several of
his prose poems were published in Always The Beautiful Answer: A Prose
Poem Primer.
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