Winter 1985 • Vol. VII No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1985 |

A Cruel End to My Desire

One day my aging wife said, "I don't want us to sleep together any more." "All right, if you say so," I answered without paying attention. So, I went upstairs, my wife stayed downstairs. Since then, years have passed. I have been trying to train myself To be a saint-like old man. One day, I thought, Before I die I should try once more. But who will be my partner?Somebody on the streets? No, that is not my style. I care a great deal about feelings. One night, not knowing any other choice, I went down to my wife's room. But, Finding only a hag in deep sleep With her old gray head uncovered, I gave up and went back upstairs.

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