Learning a Language, Franz Wright
She’s reading your minds
as you pass by, the
dipsomane déguisée en rose
While she waits
for her date
to turn up, the moon
in the man…
She know exactly what is going to happen
she’ll be guided
upstairs
to a bedroom, and turning around
he will show her his
gun
He’ll ask if she would like to
hold it,
which she will
amazed
at its lightness
and beauty
this thing
it must have taken 4 million years to make
squeezing it she will feel cold
and invisible light flowing
into her spine
So there is a door out of here after all
And to visit a new place creates one
in the brain
How do you say no
How do you say anything
to throw up in
Can I use this room to cry
Radiant fuel
body
of water
along which she walks, she is
walked
Why
did we leave, and how
are we ever getting back—
