san francisco.
True Love by Barry Gifford.
Your sickness made me
a little sick, it’s
true—I still
feel it
Mayakovsky got down
on his knees
and declared
his love
to his last
mistress
a few hours after
he’d met her
Remember me
at the hotel
in Paris,
on my knees
in the lift?
We’re all the same
men of too much passion
and a little talent—
some a little more
than others
We fool ourselves
into thinking
we’re strong
then complain
the rest of our lives
crippled by
the consequences
