Summer is so far away.
*
Last year this same occasion, there was more love among us
in the room. More ice cream with olive oil,
six or seven spoons touching the cold, melting cloud.
Close to midnight, I tell him my pain. My pain,
revealed for the first time. I know you’re available
to be here for me now, I say. I just don’t know
if you will be thoughtful.
*
Staring out the window at a restaurant
where the waiter knows my name.
Outside, a woman with gray hair is in deep conversation with her friend.
I keep looking at her, thinking that she looks a lot like my friend.
*
The first boy was a mess.He to have an idea but didn’t know how.The second boy was just a hurt boywho couldn’t articulate his own feelings.
