2 June 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 2

Poem Beginning with a Line from David Shapiro

I never gave up my love of what I already loved:

The warm white towel, the way a woman

Makes me mad with a kind quiet burning,

The early forgotten poems of my youth,

The late forgotten poems of my middle-age,

The country called "forever" where the blues and greens

Mottle and coalesce, inspiring dreams

Of Spain, of Picasso, of the gritty porn film

We watched together, feeling slight shame