I have a friend there
ex lover really

who forever bore
the day
in her broken
place

She talked
in that cadence
of easy doom
down which
I impossibly fell

drinking lunch
skipping dinner
to make love

a 4 hour breakfast
after a 4 hour breakfast
in bed
never called it
fucking

always in the rain

For you
ballerina
this day
of elegiac gratitude
and pained
remembrance

30 August 2005