When the lovers return to Earth
And discover that in their absence
Nothing of worth,
Can be recovered from their loss.
There’s a woman somewhere who cares about me.
Whether on the bus, in a car, or sitting on a chair somewhere,
She’s smiles about me, she knows me.
If I could have you close, feel you close to me
My arm around your waist,
Just for something chaste
Like a kiss,
The last I know: the end is the beginning of something else.
Different, not svelte, unimaginable now to feel. The snowfall
Covers me. I’m a snowman without coals for eyes, without
A carrot for a nose, senseless in the white wilderness glow.
I lay on my back.
Arms stretched out,
Like I’d fallen off a bike
Or was a drunken Christ.