Two

You’d think it would give me
some kind of kick
she said
misspelled
drinking imported cerveza
gold, light, cold
I’ve grown too used to it anyway

To what?
I said
from the other side
of nowhere
whalebone lamp blocking
my view

And she only stared
never quite there
discussing flamboyant hairdressers
she’d seen in a city
nameless

There’s a man in the corner!
she screamed
the emphasis added later
pointing at the chair left in shadows
seat worn
faded floral embroidery

Yes
I said
my eyes on her eyes
my hands reaching for
her face

And there was Miles Davis
coming out real low
two rhythms wound and unwound