Terminal Velocity
Some days I can’t remember my name.
A woman came up to me at Safeway and
Said we’d slept together.
Of course, she was a tree.
Ferrous travel across bridges causes
Sudden bouts of ennui and saudade.
At least the French and Portuguese
Have wine in common.
Phoebe makes me laugh and cry —
Her sexuality and failings all mixed
Together in the back of a London cab.
God save the English language.
Maggi was one step ahead of me.
When I thought we were purple,
She was onto blue and goldenrod.
I still want to visit Cape Town, Chau Doc, and Recife.
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