Sometimes, I choose a night that doubts and a rain / that overcomes.
In a lavish room, I am the harbor nourishing
what is left of us.
The antique of my mouth wonders
fruit that is more bitter than I’ve known.
I am nostalgic for your cruelty and the obedience of it.
Boy, you turn me inside out—
I am always, errantly loving.
As ordinary as an apology may be, I marry only
How dark should I be for you?
And round and round—
Sometimes, I lounge under trees growing lead
bananas with leaves of alençon lace.
See how I am as white?
Sometimes, I choose a night that doubts and a rain