I met your husband in a bookshop. His looks scared me shitless. Yet I followed him everywhere. Fear led to fascination. He could measure the temperature spectrum of stars, outdrink Faulkner and Hemingway together, fit perfect the shield around a berth hawser to keep out rats. He claimed ancestors among the Catawba and Shawnee. To work a spell, he would release their spirits from a leather pouch. But I guess he was right about me. And I'm sorry you and I ever touched each other. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |