THE LAST TIME

The last time I

caught a glimpse of you

I was in the back seat

of a cab

on the way to a threesome

and there were you were

on the streetcorner with

two of your friends

probably looking for a place

to eat, or else

walking down the block

to someone’s car.

Well fuck

you.

I wish you enlightenment,

wish you the dawn

that has swept over me.

I am looking

to fill a space

and that space is

the one formed right after

I leave a place

and that space

is the one already forming

before I arrive at a place.

I tell myself

the trick is to fill

that space:

just me and a glass

of ice water,

just you

and no one

else.

29 April 1998