My friend keeps sending me protective Marys,
and last year E. kept picking up gravel,
pressing it upon me in his small hand
with some urgency. "Happy rock." I dated a guy
in Milwaukee who told me, "You just don't seem
as happy as you should." You don't say?
He moved to Madison and bought a boat.
I imagine Hepburn saying, "you have to row
your own boat," but enabling Spencer Tracy, who
never divorced. After that, though, she could wear
her white shirts & gardening trousers and go on
Dick Cavett, not giving a damn about anything.
In my daydream, I lie down in the bottom of a
boat and float away, meaning I marry my soul.