My boyfriend and I
An Italian breathes garlic in her face, a marine sergeant, a Greek, a blond young kid with pink cheeks, she gives him a smile; a drunken elderly man who tries to kiss her ... Charley my boy O Charley my boy ... slickhaired, freckled rumplehaired, pimplefaced, snubnosed, straightnosed, quick dancers, heavy dancers.... Goin souf.... Wid de taste o de sugarcane right in my mouf ... against her back big hands, hot hands, sweaty hands, cold hands, while her dancechecks
mount up, get to be a wad in her fist. This one’s a good waltzer, genteel-like in a black suit.
“Gee I’m tired,” she whispers.
“Dancing never tires me.”
“Oh it’s dancin with everybody like this.”
“Dont you want to come an dance with me all alone somewhere?”
“Boyfrien’s waitin for me after.”
With nothing but a photograph
To tell my troubles to ...