— For Donna
Rain comes again to the East River,
by no means the identical river
however the buildings nonetheless toss their lights
on the water like flaming cocktails, the ferry
groans because it docks after which turns
away. Rain returns
to the river and goes
wherever souls go, thronging
ahead and falling again. Your sister
on the finish, flushed with morphine, known as out
to the gone canine of your childhoods Right here
woman, right here—
Are available from the balcony, honey.
I’ve made you some meals.
Sit on this chair and power it down
and we’ll hate God collectively and keep in mind her.
