from ‘Ungovernable Bodies’

Carlos, November 30, 2006 (Thu)

A bedroom is not a bedroom unless it has
a means of egress, say the rules for sellers.
After the larks have sung, our Romeo must
have a system for leaving safely and secretly.

It is only after marrying that our lovers find,
at one tragic finish, one another in a tomb.
A bedroom is not a bedroom unless it has
a means of egress, say the rules for buyers.

Outside my room in Queens, a fire escape
for lovers who found their way to my bed.
Staring at its black, complicated extensions,

I wrote my earliest American poems about
freedom and happiness, misery and desire,
the night train frothing on the nearby track.


Andy, April 7, 2007 (Sat)
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