vendredi, d├ęcembre 08, 2006

Curtain Down

Young fancy often
propelled me to create
as a whimsied child
countless events,
final curtains,
resting places for imagined
love affairs
the reasons innumerable:
he was gay...
he'd been unfaitful...
he was dead...


but this one was new.
I had not
conjured up
this scenario
in my youth
so you shouldn't wonder
that I got the script
wrong
and told you I would wait for you
to understand me
and to want me more
than you do now.

And I am eating
at my desk
those little pretzels
with the taste we hated
and vowed never to eat
because they are here
and available...

which is more than I can say
about you.