Having made much of my Fassbinder features
Blush-stockinged like a student of ballet
Another fur-lined teacup from the permanent collection
You pause, and wonder whether
My loving you in the long ago
As I do him in the faraway
And leaving what I won't love upclose
Are what turned me
But ripping wind gathers as drunk William falters
And the crosstown bus I'm cursing
From the thirteenth district downward
Across macadam and maceve
My tarmac muse!
Telescoped in the bus-eye view
Proves only that pavés and plage
Are spaces that spurned me
