Sally

The wall had collapsed without my noticing

Through wet November I’d hurried by

Under tawdry lights, into the grey

Until my feet ached from kicking shoddy brick



In Prague I fell victim to fever

That lady danced on my nose and spun her skirts

In Paris I outdrank the sailors

And ran through the streets naked, wailing,

« regarde-moi! »



In London I cried

I clung to you and heaved until your back was wet

Hoping you’d tell me there’s still time

Or that I’m cruel, but that you love me anyway