The Uses of the Body. Deborah Landau

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going to swallow vodka

      and slap down money

      and stand around frocked and gossiping

      and bleed a little in the bathroom

      from earlier today when we were a little minx.

      (He really is of the masses, mama said.)

      *

      Ladies and gentlemen, introducing

      Mr and Mrs of the moment now and dancing.

      Mr and Mrs End of Suffering.

      Mr and Mrs Safe and Headed Where.

      In the reach of night she’ll have him. He’ll have.

      A series of days filled up and emptied.

      A welcome closeness and a womb.

      He pours her a fizzy one. She pours him hers.

      Let’s keep on doing this, let’s do it

      together. A bit drunk and full of wishing.

      (Two people jumping out of a building holding hands, R said.)

      *

      The uses of the body are manifold.

      Lips, fingers, the back of the neck.

      One should make as full a use as possible

      before time’s up. In Paradise.

      You should appreciate. Don’t squander.

      Take a deep juicy bite then swallow.

      Peaches are meant for tasting.

      In Paradise.

      We lay and many afternoons

      brought pleasure and relief.

      *

      To begin with, I wanted to talk to him.

      The corner table received us, two large animals

      in a dinner booth composed entirely of light,

      the Jack of Blue Matter

      sitting across from me in the unknown air.

      Someone from the gallery of photographs

      lining my grandfather’s hall.

      Long after dark we walked south along the avenue

      like a couple of drunks.

      Once every few months we met for dinner.

      Then the long quiet

      interval of years between us. Improbable.

      *

      In opera you get what you need.

      It’s not marriage.

      A man to sleep with.

      A place to lay my head at night.

      He knows every road of me.

      Can find the turnoff without a map.

      Can drive along the low stone wall

      in the dark until he reaches the open field

      and I go with him, countryside.

      I haven’t broken any law.

      I’m in my own car steering into my own

      parking place.

      He’s my co-, my accomplice.

      I hardly see him.

      *

      Men look at me like they have the thing I want.

      That somber hungry forcefield smack on.

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