Happy Birthday, Alain Robbe-Grillet
( August 18, 1922 - February 18, 2008)
The girl crept into the bright water.
She had not eaten in two weeks.
Her skin was reddish, as if from slaps.
The witnesses contradicted each other.
Oh, no, Clarice had curly brown hair...
and she skipped into the water with a giggle.
The old woman from the old hotel surrounded
by half-dead pines went to the police,
She was no Clarice. Hannah had short-croppped
blonde hair and then, when it grew out....
There was a man with Hannah, a fancy one
who walked as if from a lion's crouch.
The police collected as much surveillance tape
as they could from the resort and village shops.
The girl was asleep, bare-breasted... or already dead.
Some tapes showed she had been dragged
from the boardwalk, positioned on her back.
Not eaten in weeks? The resort manager hopped
from one foot to another, I fed Daphne myself.
Sweet 'n' sour rabbit, buttery English muffins.
A girl caught sleeping in another's BMW
was hauled in for questioning. She was asked
to remove her bikini top... for indentification purposes.
She said it was her sister who was counted
as missing, But I think she caught a bus home.
Some say we appear as identical twins,
but I'm two years older than she is.
The alleged sister was hard-questioned
about possessing razor blades.
When the tapes were shown to the sister,
she claimed that she was the performer
in at least half of them... the ones nearest
the lake. The police chief clipped his fingernails,
smiled, asked the girl to repeat her account.