I let myself in, left roses on the table while she was in the bathroom and left.
Donna called me to say "Thank you for the roses." She then pulled, "You know I would never sleep with anyone else."
I replied, "Ok, I'll run your errand"- promptly hanging up.
I had began a poem in Rockport and we have made love since without my adding to it right.
Its title is The Inclines of Suspension. Now the line, "how empty you would seem" slipped into it; it there for needs polish and craftmanship.
Silent Film
