NO CHILDREN, WILL TRAVEL
she knew when the pollen coated the car
in sulfur slip
it was another summer
with no child
with no child
they travel easily
they easily arrive at parties
with lilac perfume, cognac in hand,
play the elegant part
the part of her hair
chafes him
the care she gives to geometry
and appearance
a straight line
for a press release
and the released
breath she sends into the dark bedroom
floats above
when he was sleeping
he was softer
when he was softer
he was no one she knew
