Connecting Bedrooms

For G.C.


The girl living upstairs from me

Thinks I love her.

You can see it in the way

She asks to use the phone

Or borrow a bottle-opener.


She's let me know

That she can hear the squeakings of my springs

And the grunts and cries of delight

When I'm with someone.


And she's jealous. 

I can tell.


Too tired to fight honesty,

I accept her vision,

And so I love her.


Now I can hear her 

Writhings and groanings

Through the ceiling separating our bedrooms.

She thinks I'm jealous.


                                                                                                         (Bellingham, Wa.: Winter 1969)


                                                                             From The Bellingham Poems: Goliards Press,  1973