tonight “your poems about the girls will still be around 50 years from now when the girls are gone,” my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone already. I know what you mean but give me one truly alive woman tonight walking across the floor toward me and you can have all the poems the good ones the bad ones or any that I might write after this one. I know what you mean. do you know what I mean?
Good match with poem called girls a few page back
