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SAMMY DAVIS JR. SINGS TO MIKE BROWN JR.

You’re clear out of this world, Michael. You’re a blueblack star.

I’m ringing with the sound of your spit on the pavement,

the shine of your blood. I look into your wet, gulping eyes

and see my glass eye reflected, flatly in your pupils.

I pour a whole note into each bullet hole.

I string my song through you—

straight seam to keep you for the next world.

One chord of kisses for each of your upturned hands, Michael.

One note per finger, the tsk tsk of your palms, cymbals holding sound.

When my song is done, I will wait for you to sing,