the universe adores me.
It leans. It likes. It feels
no one could fail in quite
the same way as Ive.
It gives burnish
when what is worthy of it.
The cosmos must have wanted something
to provide ovation
and disdain and inquire
under whose auspices
comes applause and hiss
and ask whose modulations unscroll
in flowers so immoderate that many
fewer would be none the less
a form of excess.
"Sequel" is from Alice Fulton's latest book, Felt
(W.W. Norton, 2001) and is reproduced by permission of the author
and the publisher. Copyright © 2001 by Alice Fulton. All