The Best Farewells are Brief
On an afternoon in July,
I read the following:
“Decree was granted early.”
For a moment
I imagined a telegraph,
$1.00 a word.
The sexiest men
are always the most succinct.
No one can say
he did not wait
and wait and wait,
Until the only thing left in him
was to fasten tight his boots
and wander into the cold clear quiet night.
And now I am crazy again,
he even said so this afternoon,
after I threw a tiny golden shoe,
at his retreating shoulders.
As it pivoted in the hot summer sky
the sequinned sparks became fire.
“What the fuck are you doing,
you crazy person?”
Two days ago we made love and he said
“You are the missing puzzle piece.”
But now it is my mind that is all
and sure to go missing