Icarus I, I
: Beloved (I said / I called you
What went wrong?
: (study a fingernail)
: Beloved (I said /
do listen, Beloved)
Was it that I cut my hair?
That I hesitated
when you asked to take my car to the falls?
: ( )
: Beloved (I said)
get up, tie your shoelaces
crossed around your ankles like you used to.
Dance, dear– your silly polka! That always made
Your legs are looking even longer these days.
And your arms.
: (dig in a pocket)
: Beloved, is it my hands you distrust? I know the fingernails
are frayed; it’s just nerves that do it
to me that’s all.
: ( )
: Beloved what can I do. Can I make you
something? I still think you’re
lovely; I’m not just saying that!
: (offering a settlement, a half-pair of wings)
: Beloved you’re joking.
Those old things.