It's Me, I'm Not Home

It's late in the city and I'm asleep.
You will call again? Did I hear
(please leave a message after the beep)

Chekhov? A loves B. I clap
for joy. B loves C. C won't answer.
In the city it's late, I'm asleep,

and if your face nears me like a familiar map
of homelessness: old world, new hemisphere
(it's me leave a message after the beep),

then romance flies in the final lap
of the relay, I pass the baton you disappear
into the city, it's late and I'm asleep

with marriages again, they tend to drop
by, faithful to us for about a year,
leave a message after the beep,

I'll leave a key for you, play the tape
when you come in, or pick up the receiver.
It's late in the city and I'm asleep.
Please leave a message after the beep.


From WORLD HOTEL (Copper Canyon Press, 2000)

 

Poems by Reetika Vazirani

Excerpt of the sonnet sequence White Elephants

English

It's Me, I'm not Home