of Speculation 26 People keep flirting with the wife. Has this been happening all along and she never noticed? Or is it new? She’s like a taxi whose light just went on. All these men standing in the street, waving her over. I CAN HAS BOYFRIEND? She falls in love with a friend. She falls in love with a student. She falls in love with the bodega man. He hands her back her change so gently. Floating, yes, floating away. How can he sleep? Doesn’t he feel her levitating? I will leave you, my love. Already I am going. Already I watch you speaking as if from a great height. Already the feel of your hand on my hand, of your lips on my lips, is only curious. It is decided then. The stars are accelerating. I half remember a sky could look like this. I saw it once when she was born. I saw it once when I got sick. I thought you’d have to die before I saw it again. I thought one of us would have to die. But look, here it is! Who will help me? Who can help me? Rilke? Rilke! If you’re listening, come quickly.
