“The New Year”
I will dive to the bottom of the hotel pool and find my mother’s hairpin.
With the mouth of a drowning woman on my lap,
I will add her breath to mine. In the dark, I will lay the thin white sheet
of the moonlight over the blue plums of my wife’s breasts.
With the new planet I discovered just when I thought I was losing my sight,
I will love another man because I will be a woman.
Everything important will never as yet have happened. Let it happen.
I will throw a lit match on the secrets my body
has kept from me and stand in the fire. The people I have sawed in half
will appear in my bedroom mirror, getting dressed.
found in Stupid Hope