“You might have forgotten what it feels like But I'll remember for you, I'll remember” Conversation, a footstep a floor up or floor down Or down in the foyer mumbling, mumbling Only the neighbors can hear the ringing of an unanswered telephone He slouches solo In his apartment Before the TV She boards the bus Outside Chicago There's nothing but chicken bone Poor on television She counts up six stories and over three windows Turns to the street to end or begin Defrocked celebrities, dinner and a movie No more new Jesus' I'm corrupt, I won't shut up I've been over and over This story is older than both of us And I'm not forgiven, I won't ask for it Dear most sincerely forever truly yours He slouches solo In his apartment Before the TV She boards the bus Outside Chicago There's nothing but chicken bone Poor on television