I’m on the sidewalk opposite
Verdi Square kissing a married woman
passionately and thinking oh my god
you fool what are you doing
we’re right in front of Gray’s Papaya
where this great short story about a guy
falling for a peculiar woman takes place
and of course leads to disaster—
for the guy.
But this married woman I’m kissing
down to her tonsils: she’s from The Bronx,
she pretends she’s French and that reminds me
of my Aunt Antoinette especially
the way she talks.
Antoinette married a New York City cop
who in the midst of some scandal blew
out his own brains.