Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Interesting, that look you have.
Nothing I would want hanging round me
but I would recognize you anywhere.
Boobs so contained. Nose so long. Big hands.
Strange hairline for this day and time.
I’d remember you.
At the Louvre I think it will be interesting
to see you in person. If it isn’t too crowded,
if I have lunch first so I won’t be hungry,
if there are no shops nearby to peruse.
There you are in front of me
I part the crowd as best I can, one small step
at a time. We make eye contact you and I.
I can’t turn away, can’t see anyone else in the room.
I take as long as it takes to get closer, the world goes dim
in periphery. I see you follow me as I make my way.
I feel the tears drop onto my cheeks, I think there must be a leak
in the roof. Why would I cry over something I’ve seen
so many times. Interesting.