she orders a tape recorder,
LA from France.
In another life,
we were scorching lovers,
but in this one
just stranger than any fucking fictions.
It's tough to be fascinating.
After a meet-cute at hotel bar,
on silent command,
And so it begins: the waiting,
the watching for signs, one right touch.
A good young journalist,
she knows not to ask
the typical questions
about poetic inspiration, etc.
Tired, I think not caring
makes me appear interesting,
but I am just preoccupied.
When the band takes
the stage from behind us:
that's the dessert
with a broken lie.
I tell her she can
get to know me more,
for herself or her story,
just by watching me dance,
because I am not good at it,
but I love it.
they begin a casual flirting.
And so it begins: the waiting,
the watching for signs, one right touch.
A good young journalist,
she knows not to ask
the typical questions
about poetic inspiration, etc.
Tired, I think not caring
makes me appear interesting,
but I am just preoccupied.
When the band takes
the stage from behind us:
that's the dessert
with a broken lie.
I tell her she can
get to know me more,
for herself or her story,
just by watching me dance,
because I am not good at it,
but I love it.