sound caught everyone’s ear.
Coincidentally, that sound matched
the one that the
Soviets heard right before
Mathias Rust’s plane landed.
Somewhere, Mikhail Gorbachev frowned.
He picked up the
fingerless gloves left behind
a loose brick in
the crack of my
neighbor’s kitchen door, and
sensuously slid them on.
"Nobody knows that I’m
a transvestite," he whsipered
to his imaginary friend
in the broken mirror.
Modestly tipping his hat,
respecting J. Edgar Hoover
(his brother in cross-dressing),
and slinking downstairs to