Knock at the door.
Who is it?
Love—coming for you.
Come later on—too busy—things to do—Too busy to write. Too busy to telephone.
No one was waiting when I opened up.
Was it a joke?
Did I get the name wrong?
You said, don’t be stupid. People are watching.
I shall write you a forest of letters.
And in the end, what will become of us?
My friend and I,
threading through a morning, deeply in conversation
So far it was funny
Which of us is tallest?
Who wants the banner?
That honesty took us thirty seconds.
And maybe I alone, speak from knowledge
how she speaks with gentleness
and with confusion … gives me a smile
and says sweetly, I can go on unstable
walking light for a while …
Knock at the door. Who is it? Love—coming for you. Come later on—too busy—things to do—Too busy to write. Too busy to telephone.
No one was waiting when I opened up. Was it a joke? Did I get the name wrong? You said, don’t be stupid. People are watching. I shall write you a forest of letters.
And in the end, what will become of us?
My friend and I, threading through a morning, deeply in conversation So far it was funny Which of us is tallest? Who wants the banner? That honesty took us thirty seconds.
And maybe I alone, speak from knowledge how she speaks with gentleness and with confusion … gives me a smile and says sweetly, I can go on unstable walking light for a while …