1926

I saw you older--
It looked like Death had been at your face
Another cigarette
Almost gone when the morning first breaks
Too many people
Too many people know your first name
I’m just one
And after a while I can’t bring myself to say:
«Be sure you notice always what you’re eating»
New York nights, 1926--
It all looked so different
You’ve starved your telephones
Now your servants can’t bring you messages
The open fields where people color to no reply;
You can’t help it--
If you get out of bed you might paint a sky
We used to be lovers a long time ago
Your God hates me--
He can’t feel my flesh;
He leaves me panting like a dog at the edge of your bed
Your God hates me