there are so many husbands and wives
in this city,
i wonder if they ever sleep alone.
it seems that my life is incomplete
without a woman. my body-soul
tells me so.
but would i remember how to kiss?
how to make talk with her, to
sleep & dream?
& what does a naked woman look
like? i can’t
remember.
there’s a lot to learn at the
news stand, but what does
all that have to do
with me?
i hope my mommy bore a son
with a heart, the good &
tender kind–– whispering &
longing about forever.
a heart that wanders down
fifth avenue crying
“love me. let me love you.
love me.”
that peers through my eyes
at the lonely girl
sitting on the subway.
& you, my dear, why can’t
you see me? & where
does all this rejection
come from?
why can’t i/you find
you/me? & why all this
bickering when we need to be
doing just the opposite?
the sun is flowing down
towards the horizon &
we’ll never run fast enough
to catch the light.
our bodies are aging, our
hearts dissolving into time.
melting soap in
milky water.