Song for the dumped
(for Ambronese)
I make the telephone call,
even though I don’t really
want to. I search for cool
words, the right language.
I’m searching for you, but
you’re difficult to find. You’re
not on any map, and every
road is covered in darkness.
I imagine you (the golden
breakthrough of you). The
golden light of you that is
only found in a museum.
You’re a woman now. No
longer a girl. Of all of you
that is so necessary to me for me to live
and think of laughter while I live and
work in another city. This
is what I want to say. You’re so
beautiful. Yours is a rock
face. Twin flesh making me giddy.
You make me weak. There’s
a music school inside my head.
I think of you sitting down or
washing the dishes. Eating
a simple meal, never understanding
how much I love you. How
much I need you in my life.
Your voice is tender and sweet on the other end of
the line. Your flame is bright.