I Have a Blind Date with Life a response to Seeger I have a blind date with Life at some chic restaurant, once Winter abandons me with a flurry of his hair and the air smells like cherries; I have a blind date with Life once Winter forgets the days are gray and bare. No doubt, Life will release my hand and beg me to follow down a well-lit road and open my eyes and smell the…What is it? I’ll know him when I see him. I have a blind date with Life at the grandest opera house of them all, once Winter finally leaves tonight and I can see all the stars, all of them. The devil doesn’t know if it’s better to be shallow, naked in bedsheets and not alone, where love wanders, tosses, drifts, breathless, heart tripping, skipping, and a loud BANG makes me start… But I’ve got a blind date with Life around noon, in this metropolis, once Winter hurries south, and I break my vow again— next time, I’ll meet him, next time. When a Man Leaves a Man a response to Lehman After he says blush he means bruise. After he says simple he means sample. Or after he says, “I love you,” he means, “Get out faggot,” or “I need you, but won’t admit it.” You’re supposed to remember that. When a man leaves a man he is eating dinner and he is fasting and he is in prayer, listening, and he is in the john, agonizing, and he is taking off his underwear and glasses in the winter and he is wishing on Orion’s belt and he is skipping a rock in the river and he is wandering over the ice of a pond where the tree branches won’t quite reach and he gets to the middle and there’s a crack. When a man leaves a man there is no more time he is fitful he is listening to Sinead O’ Connor and hungry wanting water and seven seconds go by before he falls asleep, head propped over his cold hands all night. When he says some day he means now. When he says, “What do you want,” he listens. His father comes over and says, “When are you going to die?” When a man leaves a man, he has gone fully clothed to shower at the gym on a drizzly February evening with the sound of toilets flushing and everything’s alien inside him. Dandelion seeds cling to his shirt. After he says, “You’re always the same,” “I’ve never thought of it like that,” he says, rootbeer on his lips. It’s all noise. “I don’t have sex with strangers,” he says, “But I might change my mind again.” When a man leaves a man, he detests meeting him at home on the couch with a blanket. When a man leaves a man he’s no longer there. He praises him for being on time and the refrigerator’s stocked. When a man leaves a man, he snores. He’s like an old man laughing in the morning because he wants the night to begin. | |