“Surreptitious Kissing,” a poem by Denis Johnson—
I want to say that
forgiveness keeps ondividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,and more, but of course I
am saying what issaid when in this dark
hallway one encountersyou, and paws and
assaults you—loveaffairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and weblunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosedmarionettes, any couple
of cadavers cut latelyfrom the scaffold,
in the secluded hallwaysof whatever is
holding us up now.
