“I thought you'd be pleased,” she said
when she presented me
with the typescript of our conversation.
Well I was, in a way, flattered at least,
but I'd never intended
what I'd said to have such permanence.
Better such things to be viewed
through the veil of memory.
29 October 1989
When I showed B. this poem the first question she asked was had I been secretly recording our conversations. I hadn’t. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me but now I wish I had. Now I struggle to remember her voice. Whereas with the original Salome the veils came off with my Salome they’re going on.