you lie there whistling in your sleep.
How can you have broken my heart,
made it a girl again, brimming with want,
waiting for every wind to blow up rescue?
This girl's heart is no good to me.
The back of my hand lying in the sun
says it ha [...]
My neck is sunburned
just on the right side, where the sun
shone from the east all morning.
I lay on the Picasso towel,
right on the face of his "Weeping Woman"
who never stopped weeping, who died
last week at eighty-nine, and when
the newspapers got [...]
There is no one at home tonight; no one can stay home.
The streets and the bars and the theatres
are crowded with lovers and would-be lovers, and you
are with them until I find you, my legs hurrying
up each street past all the other desires.
Sex is i [...]
Here comes a good reason for taking a cab.
Here comes a bottle in a bag,
a bag in a fist, a fist on an arm, an arm
waving, and a face pushed up close to mine.
In a dozen languages, it all sounds the same.
Mother says ignore those men.
And here come t [...]
"Today it is suddenly winter,"—a voice
outside me is saying. From the cheerless
stairwell I enter the street—cold sunlight
on car fenders, sidewalks white with it.
The pain that started behind my left eye
moved like a hand down my neck, across