you can go, I said,
if the roles are too hard
these parts of people you have not known
who are not like you
and you said:
I brace myself against you
feeling a need so strong
it would steal me away
leaving the shutters empty and flapping
while you like the seven calves of famine
ate and remained hungry
I have gone to the circus, I said,
I have thrown my dice
and wished the impossible
and it has not come
but you are, you said,
like the sad child, who longs to be held
and then would be glad
but no,
who never is comforted
who won't be found
and if found runs away
I am the small child of the west wind
but no,
that was Lorca
I am playing with dreams
last night we entered the fortune teller's booth
and this time when he cheated us
stole his money and ran away
you said, yes, I went with you there
we held hands so lightly we each thought a
cricket had caught us
we did not dare to catch hold
but when we chose our fortunes
we each discovered the sad smile that was
holding our lips
and that we could reach across the
windswept hole in our hearts
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