The Day of Open Windows

You keep your necessities so beautiful so pure

But you don’t know where in all these distances

The moon the stars O mercy! be a fabulous thing

Eyelids meeting like blades declare your name

Offer me the closed fist of your heart no more

Dying for love and hate no more dizzy air trembling

In the winter rain O my shy sky I shall be glad when

You come back down a cat to lap your pale hand
And don’t you smell just like a Paul Bowles novel

Or is it the fragrance of that Ambre Sultan perfume

You wear when your rococo hair gets tired when

Your lipstick needs a break and you know you're

Known in the heavens angels gossip about you

While they sip their coffee smoke their cigarettes