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When winter announced itself
new pleasures were smaller:
corner table, routinesâ
daily walk to the main street;
she takes her bundle of pills,
she poaches her egg and eats it
and feels his slight impression
like crushed pillows
hold the shape of a body
after nights of sleep and shadows
oh dear womanâ¦
She sits across eager men
eager to impress her.
They offer words like,
âyour lossâhow are you getting on
dear woman?â She
smiles and straightens her dress,
excuses herself, and gets up
out from the table, eyeing
the dessert tray.
Brief distraction, and then
the ladiesâ lounge all decked in velvetâ¦
locks herself in the stall and
she begins to sing:
How do I deny
do I deny that I am
tired and trembling
over evening when
all I want is a face to hold
and love and light and sex
and cigarettes?
One final delight,
final delight in all the
finer things that
I had grown so used to
when all I want is your face;
all I want is a last dance.
So long. Whereâd you go?
Oh oh no.