Sun-dazed, day-drunk, you realize that if
you are everyone, you are also Eva Braun
Soft as nested eaglets, slipper-footed dawn
declares herself the queen of the alps,
crowned with Edelweiss.
She says she loves a man in uniform
& her boyfriend must be rich—
that is, if she isn’t lying,
hasn’t dreamed the summerhouse
to make her girlfriends seethe.
Cartwheels down the mountain
end with grass in hair, with laughter,
as the terriers come barking.
Absence makes the heart forget his
rages, when he’s off the vitamins.
Meanwhile, the world is beautiful
& boring. Meanwhile, other men’s
attention goes down sparkling
like champagne.
