Two Who Don't Know They Are Joined in This Poem
I wanted to go into the sun
where it was warm and could be warm
inside too, your face is the same and not.
You told me
to the music of the gaunt men playing ball and
the women walking slowly and the monkey hanging from the old tree
You told me
You were born with crooked legs sleeping in braces
and always straight, that later
you couldn't sleep any other way, the blood
the pain
and no climax and no climax, what do you call it
you said
never reaching orgasm.
I thought of the blame of your parents
which is the blame of society
