Dorothea Grossman

"I don't own an exquisite way
to move around in the night."
Doug Benezra, 9/18/05
 
It occurs to me that,
when I die,
they might find the necklace
I dropped behind the bed
and wonder
how long it was there,
and whether I'd missed it.
But will they care
about my favorite color,
my long-range plans,
or my habit of searching myself
for signs of rust? 
 
The Two Times I Loved You the Most In A Car
 
It was your idea
to park and watch the elephants
swaying among the trees
like royalty
at that make-believe safari
near Laguna.
I didn't know anything that big
could be so quiet.
 
And once, you stopped
on a dark desert road,
to show me the stars
climbing over each other
riotously
like insects;
like an orchestra
thrashing its way
through time itself.
I never saw light that way
again.