1.OCTOBER 3, 3:35
We two stood alone outside the door.Mamun, the dark bird, too, all our bodies. We touched like snow; wemelted into primadonnas, wantingto touch, not touching long for thecold. It was the girls. Our eyeswere filled with them. We staredthrough the chilly gusts eachtime a car passed, filled with girls,girls at the window, seeing us. They knewthat at twenty my mother had givenme her extra engagement ring, in caseI met one. I just didn't know therewould be so many. (Standing here now,we two, alone, you will not notice.You will notice first the bird, thenthe men, standing stubbornly apart, pissing circles around each other,daring and double daring for hours.)He, too, knew: on my right palmwas outlined the bees,marked in red pen, the buzzyintercourse that flowed between them,the girls, sometimes splitas if an axe had killed their youngand repaired each differently,casting shadows that did not fit.