A new poem by New York City-based poet Sophie van Waardenberg.
Hymn to Twee Possibility
In the houseboat in the film about lesbians
there is a piano. There was a cat, too, before it died,
a cat with little feet. They make their coffee the way I do
but in a bigger pot, and I could live with a tiny kitchen
where the walls are yellow and curve together
to clasp like hands. I’d cook
deliciously and economically. I could live with the swaying.
I could live on the water, as long as I live with a girl
who can steer. I should mention that in the film
they’re in love, then they’re not—but they never weren’t.
I’ll die before I let anyone stop loving me,
so what do I want? To be taken by the wrist
and led to a bench in the sun, where I’ll sit sweet
as an extra, watching the river, everything benign.
But listen, a houseboat—the mornings so morning,
the evenings so clean. On the stovetop,
room enough to light the ends of tagliatelle on fire.
I am almost ready for this life.
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