wooden chair
   fabric of a fine dress
                draped
   on its arm, its back, its shoulder

notation:
  after the evening rain
                two nights ago,
 I looked out of the window — 
a few cars
        every once in a while — 
and even after we made love
     I was tired
             and tragic.
I told you
     I was trying not to be depressed,
but there are times
   when this anguish
          overtakes me — 
that night,
  even the streetlights
were crying.