sally
The wall had collapsed without my noticing
Through wet November I’d hurried by
Under tawdry lights, into the grey
Until my soles 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