Watching Picnic again for the
umpteenth time. We need
more trains. The tin-roofed stations in
red brick or the grand multi-track
white terminals. Someone left
me by train once, tearily, and
I never should have let his
jive ass back in to collect his things
Sleep on while I am talking
I am just arranging the curtains
over your naked breasts.
Love doesn’t look too closely...
love looks very closely
the shock of beauty you gave me
the third rail that runs through our hospitality...
from "The Ecstacy" by Phillip Lopate