For Jorge


For Jorge

Words from a young voice, a deep voice
Words I can’t quite hear in the din of the café
Meaning extracted; what’s left is the beat
Heartbeat
Young heartbeat
Heartbreak, anger, disappointment, truth.
Questions no one can answer
Not even the girl, for whom you drum out your relentless syllables
Not even she
Whose body you cherished
Whom you now accent into the past:
You said This
You told me That
Why did you
What did you
Did you really think?
You slap her down till the poem ends
Stop, look up, smile.
But what I saw in your eyes as you read
Was not laughter

4/8/05

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