As Doncieux did it, hum-green cloth
trapped on that lingering shoe. Your back is turned and all my instincts say
back away. But then you are young and thrusting forward
and you are velvet soft and bend easily.
And with barbed wire and AUTHENTIC SOUVENIRS within your
incredible gravity you are beautiful.
Being with you is like that time in winter when I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe and then he said goodbye and I went back to where I came from on 101 Dunster Street and stayed inside the rest of the week.
And now it is spring. 7:53 in Tel Aviv a Thursday.
And first it was Harrison and Kaufman and now your son,
just when I thought there wasn’t room enough
for another emotion in my body. I can’t stay inside like I do at 101 Dunster
and instead I look at bargains in spice.
Look at how silly it is that I thought
that underneath that hum-green cloth there wasn’t pain. How silly it is that
I thought you didn’t want to constantly swerve away in order to protect
yourself and your advertisements.
And how silly to think that there were enough people on that crimson
island that could remain vague.
How incredible it feels to be wrong as you, hum-green, exit the