To bring an axe to Atsuko
Saturday late
To see Terry the first time in public even
Later, well, unless he sleeps
At Nicholas’ apartment and if, yes,
That would be better much
More practical because Annie,
Sweet Annie she lives
Vis-à-vis since Lisa, her tango teacher,
Left her for France

And France isn’t a girl’s name
France isn’t a boy’s name
France is the name of that place
Where heads rolled
And de Sade sold
His wig for a melon-sized skull

To show the Weissenberg kids how to catch
Fireflies at dusk
To give Hannah the book from her mother after
Reading it first myself though
Atsukos’s sister thinks that’s a crime, well,
A small one but still not
Quite ethical and to Annie,
Sweet Annie I tell
This and this too: Lisa, her former lover,
Wrote she hates Spain

‘Cause Spain is not a girl’s name
Spain is not a boy’s name
Spain is the name of that place
Where bulls died
And Lorca cried
His lungs out in turn for an olive

And Annie is ill now
But I was ill first
The air on that day with the axe was too cold

And Terry still waits there
But I will not go
The only one must be the one who is stood up