Art Imitates Art

I saw this in a movie once:
take the ultimate eavesdropper
apart on a pin, first contestants

labeled friends saying you’re
not hopeless, there’s my favorite
addiction called back for the week

and sent the little general in
to get the part of the guy in the cab
when there’s no handy hardware

displaced on ridicule. I’ll be there
settling into an awkward night
of one who’s doubled like a spare

morning and later that morning
too bad there’s not any more us
to throw any other ground to the ground.

This poem appears in the 2006 Anthology
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