The Girl in the Long Black Coat


August and you're still in it,
black as black, your hair
pony-slick, a cape draped
over the nape of your neck.

Onto the train, fighting
your way on and fighting
your way off, you always
have to be first. I want

to take you to one side,
to tell you everything I know.
You know I know nothing.
Undertaker sullen, solemn

as a crow, unyielding
to this needling world, you
wish for winter, dress for
December, yearn for despair.