Yeah, you would have to do that.
Both of us, sitting up on the sand roof
Of your over-priced apartment
Feeling the grains warm
As the Eastern sun
Cracks like a blonde egg
“This is all there is”
You say, quoting crane
And I can’t stand Crane’s dictatorial
Bridge-building jabber.
My eyes are falling out my head from the view
Or from fatigue of the night and day before
Or both, I can’t say
Yeah, ‘this is all there is’
You would have to do that
Seal yourself into my memory
With well-placed, disliked words
I can’t think of summer
Without being back on that roof
You standing behind
Eating cherry red ice-cream
That had never seen a cherry
And your benign grin
Thanks but no thanks
