Untitled by Marilyn Hacker

Untitled

by Marilyn Hacker

page 121 of her book, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons

W.W. Norton and Company, 1986

You did say, need me less and I’ll want you more.

I’m still shellshocked at needing anyone,

used to being used to it on my own.

It won’t be me out on the tiles till four-

thirty, while you’re in bed, willing the door

open with your need. You wanted her then,

more. Because you need to, I woke alone

in what’s not yet our room, strewn, though with your

guitar, shoes, not...