To a friend who won't be coming to the threesome, on the eve of her poetry reading
Late at night I play a game
its a strange one, I take everyone
who figures between us.. (us being
an extremely broad category)
and google each one
Which one of us is least likely to have
problems getting a US visa?
one of us has disappeared in Iraq
and she's probably undergoing
torture
while I calculate relationships..
hmmm...maybe I'm not feeling that bad for her
There are 4 women and 2 men
but the men are much better known
You and I are not too far behind
but the other women are too young
to know they should figure on google
before they figure on love
and that one is not linked to the other
but without a random part of yourself
scattered through the world, maybe
you can't see the other
side of the night, and you can't laugh
your way through this in hysterical bursts
inside...
Who thought this would cause me trouble
at all? Easy come, easy go...all the way
through. Balcony fucks..but that was
punctuated by sex 'simple and deep, raw
and primal'
What can I say? Thought I had it that way
but then she disappeared after one page
of google, while I stoically wander into
my second page. And the man she left
leaves traces of his soul only on his third
..and the man I’m trying not to leave, has
remixed his words, his work, some of his soul
and meanders into what might be the
thousandth raving page...ok not that far,
but atleast the twenty fifth
You and I trail along, like mediocre beings
but just women, thinking, working..
not willing to be that well known, without
having googled love and found it.
We know better than the two men I would say
though you still can't see what I see
The connoisseur of slugs, in me, and the good omlette in you
doesn't want to give up yet...
Meanwhile pages unfold across this world
seeking all of us, without any one else
knowing, or wondering. Your traces are
examined, photographs found, credit card
details, shopping and cargo information...
and I watch ..I’m tempted to add more names
but on this lonely night, with no other comfort
this is my family and I’m willing
to not invite anyone else...
tonight
(from January, 2006. My google family has changed a lot now, from that night, from Stop the War to Beirut blogs to Love and Haterade to ...... )
by the way, I begin my goodbyes well in advance of the actual time of departure. So Allah Hafiz, my Amsterdam .... meeri jaan
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