For Saxifrage, In Memory

Robert Hershon - Neighbors

The conversation consisting of
thud and fuck you
Something heavy hits the wall
A picture shifts
Fuck you, she shouts, fuck you

A dish or a glass. No, a bottle.
Fuck you, she shouts, you motherfucker,
you fucking motherfucker, fuck you

I want to reach through the wall with
an armload of sharpened intensifiers –
You mongoose bowel, you cabinet of phlegm,
you guppy-hearted elbow pipe –
so that, if when she bleeds, the Red Sea,
she can end the refrain, thrust home

But does it matter what she shouts,
but that she shouts, against thud
and push, any words, any arithmetic
One fuck you plus one fuck you
is one fuck you Some days, I suppose,
only the classics will do


....so whoever did move in, when they moved out?