I'll Be Seeing You

Somewhere a boat is leaking I don’t know where. The sailors may be drowning but I don’t care. You were away too long or not long enough. My clothes don’t fit me anymore but I can see Brooklyn from where I stand and the building where my clothes were made. I’d rather be naked in a leafy glade except for my shoes playing volleyball with cheerful pink and ample maids but I’ll never get out of this world alive. That was Hank Williams—a bunch of molecules. I hold my tongue, look across the moon and blink. You never wrote so you didn’t know a little colored ball of wool was my heart. 12 flights up I light my cigarette puff hard and scowl at the river