Let us compare mythologies Was on your nightstand with an effigy Lipstick-touched reminders and all that fall; From distance I kind of knew that you were gone Are you the only girl to wear creepers as a test? I know my shoes have also been appraised You were on the Ameche so I studied your room; On the shelf next to your Blues and Haikus Were your 45s that had no sleeves And a signed picture that Prousted me back to Hey, Sen, be my friend The first time I truly knew lust A conflation of memories; the good ones are As Calloway played low I could pick out untethered words And a signed picture prousted me back to Hey, Sen, be my friend