2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3

She Said

by JULIET PATTERSON

Try a sweeter martini,

flakes of a little dry laugh.

Make yourself a woodpecker's tongue.

Don't try to understand

your dreams. Dreams have a will

of their own. Our lives have

a will of their own.

What is this cave?

Go ahead & ask it.

Don't mince words.

My answer is yes

& yes, yes & no, no

& yes, & no & no.

There's always a war.

In this way, in that way.

In that way, in this way.

The eye's a weakness & love

Is very everything

Like fire: many things burning,

only one combustion.

Don't think for one fucking minute

I'm not broken-hearted.

But weep for me no more.