AS
YOU LEAVE ME
Shiny record albums scattered
over
the living room floor, reflecting light
my eyes as I watch you,
squatting among the platters,
the beer foam making mustaches
on your lips.
And,
too,
the
shadows on your cheeks from your long lashes
fascinate
me-almost as much as the dimples
in
your cheeks, your arms, and your legs.
You
hum
along with Mathis-how you Mathis!
with his burnished hair and quicksilver voice
that dances
among
the stars and whirls through canyons
like
windblown snow, sometimes I think that Mathis
could
take you from me if you could be complete
without
me. I glance at my watch. It is now time.
You
rise,
silently,
and to the bedroom and the paint;
on
the lips red, on the eyes black,
and
I lean in the doorway and smoke, and see you
grow
old before my eyes, and smoke, why do you
chatter
while you dress? and smile when you grab
your
large leather purse? Don’t you know when you
leave
me I walk to the window and watch you? And light
a
reefer as I watch you? and I die as I watch you
disappear
in the dark streets
to
whistle and smile at the johns.
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