Alibi

My love says

for god’s sake

don’t write poems

which heave and pant

and resound to the music

of our thighs

etc.

Just keep at what you are:

a sour old puss in verse

and leave the rest to me.

Eunice de Souza

It’s time to find a place

It’s time to find a place

to be silent with each other.

I have prattled endlessly

in staff-rooms, corridors, restaurants.

When you’re not around

I carry on conversations in my head.

Even this poem

has forty-eight words too many.

Eunice de Souza