I saw you older--
It looked like d**h had been at your face
Another cigarette
Almost gone when the morning first breaks
Too many people
Too many people know your first name
I'm just one
And after a while I can't bring myself to say:
"Be sure you notice always what you're eating"
New York nights, 1926--
It all looked so different
You've starved your telephones
Now your servants can't bring you messages
The open fields where people color to no reply;
You can't help it--
If you get out of bed you might paint a sky
We used to be lovers a long time ago
Your God hates me--
He can't feel my flesh;
He leaves me panting like a dog at the edge of your bed
Your God hates me