It was a constant struggle
to know her quick,
like the knowing
of a tree.
Detached, aloof,
erotically conspiring
in our naked-now exile-
no stop signs, melodrama
or other folks.

She moved west.
I missed her,
but passed it off as trite.
Now she only
writes or calls
those friends so real,
yet far more flighty
and sex for sex
like unknown dollars,
she’s easily denied.