To cheat on Maine islands - days of laughter, nights of sighing. To love without ceasing - flowering orchards, salty sea-things. To say without shyness “unreal city, you have killed me.” When you walked out on her love was it easy? When I left him while sleeping was I dreaming? We take each night’s journey to the hotel in a hurry, where we love without worry on a bed that’s five days dirty. And we read without irony from a book my husband bought for me. When I fell on the concrete it was lovely, because you could see what’s been running so hot in me. But when I fell on the
concrete, you went white as a sheet and wished that nothing
in this world would ever hurt
me. Well, keep wishing.
Because when I look in my
future, I don’t see you and don’t wish to. Idle talk made
when I’m lying by your side
on some Maine island is too
funny to me, honey, so let’s drop it. If you really want to love me, well, then