Working Out with Edward Albee.

 ***a poem from the mid- 90's:

Working Out with Edward Albee.

It isn’t that I ever see him,

It’s just comforting knowing he’s there.

Weighting for the weights,

Trudging on the treadmill,

Running in place like the rest of us.

for chris, who really had been seeing Edward Albee at the gym.

transasia

Hot sweet baklava afternoons
When your tongue curls curls curls in my ear
Like the designs on your grandmother's rug,
Your American motorbike exotic and strange
Teaching German to the Turkish boys,
Metaphysics to the women.

Last time I saw you,
Dirty fingernails and grease in your hair,
In the courtyard of our house,
Behind the walls,
With your bike spread apart
The chrome removed,
Stripped down and waiting.

(1994)