Rapt.(New poems)(Poem)

 
Rapt 
 
   Psych IOI: we just can't get enough 
   of the man who lathers only half his beard, 
   or suddenly can't clap, for in the weird 
   there's so much beauty. So we're taught. It's tough, 
 
   this life of scholarship and incidental 
   romanticizing of a foreign pain. 
   How 'bout that famed autistic girl from Maine 
   whose mezzo lilt can hunt down accidentals 
 
   elusive to the sharpest kick-line girls? 
   She only needs to hear a song once, slow, 
   and ...