Suzanne’s Career
Inspired by Suzanne’s Career by Éric Rohmer.
Has the last smoke curdled on her lips
like sea foam on the falling tide?
The dusk is gusting from a thousand years
of unexpected corners where the spark of it
this yes, yes this is it unspoken but splintering
like trumpet blasts in the blood
has leapt like a sun from the cold ground.
Is she waiting for the decent creak
of his step in the pretending house,
where the day will slide pale and smiling
and still a little drunk into the rumple of sheets?
She knew that he would come but still she
waited just for you; knowing the groan
of his step in the hall baring her teeth
to the dark he took to be his own.