Textures - Jack Gilbert
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highlyeccentricWe had walked three miles through the night
when I had to piss. She stopped just beyond.
I aimed at the stone wall of a vineyard,
but the wind took it and she made a sound.
I apologized. "It's all right," she said out
of the dark, her voice different. "I liked it."
Because how often do you see poems about pee, I ask you?
when I had to piss. She stopped just beyond.
I aimed at the stone wall of a vineyard,
but the wind took it and she made a sound.
I apologized. "It's all right," she said out
of the dark, her voice different. "I liked it."
Because how often do you see poems about pee, I ask you?