Last Dance

Last Dance

Gabriel Kahane

When winter announced itself
New pleasures were smaller
Corner table, routines
Daily walk to the main street
She takes her bundle of pills
She poaches her egg and eats it
And feels his slight impression
Like crushed pillows
Hold the shape of a body
After nights of sleep and shadows
Oh, dear woman

She sits across eager men
Eager to impress her
They offer words like
Your loss, how are you getting on
Dear woman? She smiles and straightens her dress
Excuses herself, and gets up
Out from the table, eyeing
The dessert tray
Brief distraction, and then
The ladies’ lounge all decked in velvet
Locks herself in the stall and
She begins to sing

How do I deny
Do I deny that I am
Tired and trembling
Over evening when
All I want is a face to hold
And love and light and sex
And cigarettes?

One final delight
Final delight in all the
Finer things that
I had grown so used to
When all I want is your face
All I want is a last dance

So long
Where’d you go?
Oh, oh no

Winter Song

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