We sit around a séance tonight
as all our rotten old loves flock
around like ghosts in their eerie lovemaking
we don’t learn, we don’t laugh
we’re only wallpapers hanging tattered
and loose, as we must
as across the distant seas of going away
from one another
in a manner that is so mindful
of going away from one another
but allo! Wait a second or two,
my first first love (who are
you?), wasn’t it you who asked me
to wait as the traffic changed
from eternity to nowhere, like your
lips, from red to blue
so untrue and even cold like
your very dewdrop petals that
are lush and yet unfeeling?
But wait . . . We can't just forget our
wallpapers and our ghosts
and our nothingness tonight