The Art of Seduction

When the flooding in the basement got worse
she slipped into a silly dress

 and danced to The Best of Nirvana.
The way she fell on the divan, her

 arms open — The best thing for stress —

 you could have been some guy brought home
to read Confessions of an English Opium

 Eater louder over Kurt’s guitars,

 some guy who would spend the evening
cross-legged on a tatami mat,

 listening for the words between the words.

 Youth is wasted on the young
and wisdom on the old, you know that,

 like the call of a rare, flightless bird.


From: These Errors are Correct

Publisher: Tranquebar (Eastwest and Westland), Delhi, 2008

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