WEDDING PHOTOGRAPH
Markitos stands at the garden door staring through the glass at the full moon.
He's completely free from the after-effects of night medication.
I'm making you a silver ring for when you visit me in prison.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. I hardly saw you.
My coffee table was covered in flowers. You'd been to the market.
Kuan Yin took care of me all day. I consulted freely with the goddess.
Looking at you I'm in touch with Laforgue and the ancient Mexicans.
Nothing whatever makes me afraid, for I have a right to be here.
This is my appointed place, here at this desk, putting words on paper.
My children will be here from France tomorrow. Eleven eleven.
It will give us a chance to talk about the baby from Bangalore.
Fate is not blind. Everybody gets an opportunity in life.
What is the name of that waking star? I think it must be Jupiter.
I cannot put my pen down. I am drunk on the moonlit elixir.
Wild Flemish women are coming to clean the house and cut my toenails.
The tireless white lady of Taurus is a photograph of your face.
I wish my father and grandfather had known the happiness we share. |