Gustav Klimt (1907)
She had taped the poster to the wall above the bed, where for a month or more it loomed over our love-making. I had trouble making out the figures disguised within the patterns: The gold. The stars. The edge of a mattress hung out over an abyss. I couldn’t see it was the contorted neck that threw me. One day she asked, “Haven’t you noticed something?” “What?” “I took it down.” “When?” “A week ago.”
Peter J. Grieco is a poet and songwriter from Buffalo, NY.