The title poem:
AFTER I HAVE VOTED
I move the curtain back,
and something has gone wrong.
I am in a smoky place,
an Algerian café.
They turn the spotlight toward me;
the band begins to play.
The audience stares back at me.
They polish off their glasses.
They ask the waiter, “Who is she?”
He holds his pen
against his heart.
He speaks behind his hand.
There are tea bags swinging
from their mouths.
Their teeth are made of brass.
The jello sighs into the candlelight.
My eyes turn into stars.
Ah—the colored spangles on my clothes,
the violet flashlights and guitars!
Also, check out this link to a piece on Laura that appeared on the Poetry Foundation’s site. And one last word—if you happen to come across this thin little gem (24 pp, 18 poems) forgotten on a shelf in some dusty corner of a used bookstore and the price is right, buy it.
BTW, here’s AbeBooks’ listing for the book--roughly $14 a poem; given the current economic crunch in Hellas, it's too bad I have only one copy left!