Valentine’s Day in New York City

A year to the day
to Valentine’s Day
I sat unable to write

only pushing at buttons
as though meaningless
codes of pearl

until my heart snapped
and my hands declining
took away the wall

they had erected
between wrists and forearms
elbows and head

and I began
with a cigarette
clenched as though

some third tooth ground
with the face of a woman
a soon to be dead woman

on my lips revolving
and I remembered
leaning naked

upon a radiator
and I remembered
feeling cold

between flesh burning
and I remembered
my future the past.

[February 14]