Andalusian Epistemology

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.