I’m writing to you in this weather
among buckets of bumble bees

I am trying to write as if
something is happening to you

these leopard skins are not my people

I do not understand your way of turning

an animal curls up in silence
reality cannot be forced

I bought a jacket
everyone kept calling us German

the bar was Russian
the women were Russian
the music was Gypsy

we were both perceiving and it is said
perceiving is complex

the gin and tonics
were expensive but strong