JANE (1967)

It was her last red-eye with a DC-7 owl comet flight.

She departed the Eight Avenue Line at the Central Park West stop. Most of the streetlamps were out or broken. It was a stormy night in July. The bars were closing.

From around the corner came a song, and she sang along. Please allow me to introduce myself. 1 A film crew was setting up across the street at the Dakota apartments.

Please allow me to introduce myself. As she stepped onto the curb, a gun, a poco moto, came toward her. The sound of the music grew. When I saw it was a time for a change Killed Tsar and his ministers. Anastasia screamed in vain.

1Lyrics taken from “Sympathy For The Devil” by The Rolling Stones

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by Ruben Quesada

Ruben Quesada is the editor of a hybrid collection, Latinx Poetics: Essays on the Art of Poetry. He is the author of Revelations and Next Extinct Mammal: Poems. His writing appears in The New York Times, Best American Poetry, American Poetry Review, Kirkus Review, and Harvard Review. He has served as an editor for AGNI, PANK, The Rumpus, and Pleiades and as a poetry blogger for The Kenyon Review and Ploughshares. He teaches in the MFA Program in Creative Writing at Antioch University-Los Angeles and for the UCLA Extension Writers’ Program.