Diane Wald
a blockbuster thriller of melody and desire
b sings for louise bourgeois
i am not there—this is hearsay
inadmissible in court
the room is dark and there are fading tulips
in a vase on the piano
b is singing
the room is quiet because everyone is surprised
not louise
not b
not b’s wife
not the piano
nor anyone he tells later
b is singing and his nervousness he says
makes his voice more vibrant
he opens his mouth
his hands sleep on his knees
then flutter
b’s drawings lie on a hardwood drafting table near the window
gulls hesitate
then fall
when he sings the corners of the drawings lift up
he wears his green shirt
which is soft as spring water