SYLVIA, SYLVIA

Day after nights
in your sleepless armchair
discarding words
fortune cookies
even popular love songs.

On with your trench coat
to feel the bristly air
of Cambridge
while changing lipsticks
full of transatlantic gums
you forget the night movies,
ridiculous confessions
with revised nostalgia.

Now, walk through terminals
of tuned-out justice
with caved of reason
and taut sweet shops
covering up furious shoulders
of emergence room embraces.