Anything you want Rose,
I got up on my feet and went over to the bowl in the corner
and threw cold water on my face, after a while I felt a little
better, but very little, I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life
insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the
country, What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them
on and went out of the room,
Knowing for sure this time, the painful realization, she can
have everything she wants, me to never be a writer again. I
flung myself into the car, my balanced view all but gone, my
phone rings, of course it was Rose, my favorite way to wake
up again, I’m not amused, not any more, talking like a French
movie star, whispering to me softly in the early hours, my
dream , I have to get to Sweden in time to pick up my Nobel
Prize for literature, realizing the wish almost gone, she’s
wanting breakfast in the afternoon, it occurs to me that it’s
more than a wish, ripe for misery, ingratitude and poverty
surrounds me, my Rose does not believe in the artists view
or the writers edge, surrounded by others, those beautiful
things and beautiful people I call my friends, simple the
element of truth, Rose can have anything she wants, it
begins simply with me, everything happens to everybody
sooner or later, if there’s enough time, only so many years
and so many abandoned dreams, happy the idea of the gun,
saying crazy things, make do with what we have, nonetheless
she cannot hear the words of the poet author, too busy this
Rose of mine to notice the scattering of me, wearing her fox
stole, ankle strapped shoes, she thinks nobody’s had those
things before.