Her
(after reading marietta by ws merwin.)
to C.M.D.
jv    8/25/98


watching the three stooges throw pies,
like custard birds of prey, 
with Her on the couch.

as moe says 'yuck yuck', unable to stop
the assault he started,
She laughs at curly's cries.

"maybe it is best,"
She says, and thighs,
"not to start anything at all."

i don't know what to say,
nor what to do,
just like most of the rest.

i do know her hair is gold,
and what moves the world
more than gold?

as She sits next to me
i don't know what to do,
except say the same old	

things.  maybe i should put
my arm around Her,
or at least move closer.

commercial break:
She sits silently,
i nudge Her foot.

She doesn't seem to notice.
i yawn and stretch 
my arm behind her neck.

i can feel her hairs
brushing mine.  all i can think
is what it would be like to kiss

Her.