Unrequited
he’s come
to see her again.
(like a tongue that always worms
its way to the sore)
as if
there were points for persistence
as if
she were rote.
he’s come again
a fistfull of flowers
limp with sweat
shallow breaths propel
prepared speeches he licks
his lips like boots knock
at the door no one answers
he’ll be back.
he’ll count the stars for her
and name them:
Prometheus at the north;
Diogenes, the dog star;
the twins, Job and Sitva;
and Sissyphus
fading blue in the east.
Sd.
