Lately

I can’t help wanting us
to be like other people.
For example, if I were a smoker,

you’d lift a match to the cigarette
just as I put it between my lips.
It’s never been like that

between us: none of that
easy chemistry, no quick, half automatic
flares. Everything between us

had to be learned.
Saturday finds me brooding
behind my book, all my fantasies

of seduction run up
against the rocks.
Tell me again

why you don’t like
sex in the afternoon?
No, don’t tell me–

I’ll never understand you
never understand us, America’s strangest
loving couple: they never

drink a bottle of wine together
and rarely look at each other.
Into each other’s eyes, I mean.

Deborah Garrison A Working Girl Can’t Win

Notes:

How hard is it to put down the gadgets, pull your lover close, eye to eye, heart to heart, open a bottle of wine, chill?!?

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