A Hundred Gourds 4:3 June 2015

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Marco Fraticelli - Canada


putting on our masks
to make love

Last night I dreamt that I was Suzanne and that I was walking by my place near the river. Suddenly there he was ahead of me. “Leonard,” I yelled, “do you realize what you did to me? Do you have any idea what it’s like being the woman in one of the most famous songs ever written? People are always asking me if you really ever did touch my perfect body with your mind. Fifty years later, I still can’t go anywhere without some joker wondering aloud if I have any tea and oranges that come all the way from China.”

Leonard smiled that same smile from years ago and he asked, “Do you have any idea what it’s like being the poet who wrote that song? No matter how long it’s been, or how far I travel, people still insist on asking me about you.”

taking off our costumes
to make love

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