Chapter Nine-Teenth
I'd love to know fog
's changed characteristics
for wreathing itself about
your lime-green scarf.
Not these wet wisps
of grey clinging to
night air, then brushing
me in order to dissolve.
I suspect you would
dissipate fog and my need
for it. You still remember
how to dance on beds
without robbing feathers
of their bounce. The end
of winter is already in the air.
"I wonder where I will be
in the spring,...in the summer,
dragging the suitcase
swollen with bras and garters,
stockings and panties
down the loathsome road."*
– eileen tabios
*from Chapter Nine of Love Life, a novel by Zeruya Shalev