Don’t go away. This is not about
anything Andalusian nor epistemology.
It is just the punchline of a joke
Peggy and I used to tell.
And now I can’t remember the joke.
We used to say those words for the sound of it,
for the stumbling polysyllabic of it all,
for the numbing pretentiousness.
It was a private joke which loses
everything in translation.
I want to ask her to remind me
where it came from
and where the choreography
of our ritual dance has gone.
Two, as she said, is a sacred number
and it is evening in this long-night city.