I think I'll blame
my death on you
but I don't know you
well enough
if I did
we'd be married now

For the full enjoyment
(and I promise you
there is such a thing)
it is not enough to read
between the lines
that is child's play
and we are not that fond
of children

One day
you will pick up this book
as if
for the first time
and say to yourself:
I don't know how the guy
pulled it off

Line after line
rises from my predicament—
the nerve, you'll say
the fucking nerve
And strengthened by
your indifference
to the matter
not to mention
the entire question of the
past

You will recall
how good you were to me
how good I was to you

And standing at some
commanding place
like a window or a cliff
you will know
the full enjoyment