LAUGHLIN, James
    
      
    
      
    Ave atque vale*
  
    
      
    I sat on the edge of the bed
  
and held his hand it was dry
    
      
    and cold   I squeezed the hand
  
but of course there was no re-
    
      
    sponse   they had dressed him
  
in one of his Scottish tweed
    
      
    suits with the deer’s-horn
  
buttons on the side pockets
    
      
    and put on the Princeton
  
(orange and black) tie I
    
      
    had come to say goodbye I
  
was crying but suddenly my
    
      
    sadness had changed to resent-
  
ment even to anger almost
    
      
    to hatred   why are you de-
  
serting me how dare you
    
      
    leave me   in my rage I
  
pulled up his shoulders
    
      
    and shook him as hard as
  
I could I raised him
    
      
    further and banged his head
  
against the pillow I want-
    
      
    ed to make him open his eyes
  
how can you abandon me you
    
      
    the one who loved me most.
  
    
      
    * Hail and Farewell, Catullus 101
  
    
      
    
      
    O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again
  
    
      
    How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a love cave around her face. Return and return again.
  
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.
    
      
    
      
    Experience of blood
  
    
      
    I never knew there was so much blood
  
in a man until my son killed himself
    
      
    he did it with a kitchen knife stab-
  
bing himself all over and cutting his
    
      
    wrists     then he got into the bathtub
  
and died there in the water that's
    
      
    where we found him     but could he have
  
changed his mind for a moment the floor
    
      
    was a carpet of blood & blood was spat-
  
tered on the walls the basin was cov-
    
      
    ered with blood     did he stand there
  
looking at himself in the mirror still
    
      
     wondering who he really was and then
  
went on with it I had to wipe away the
    
      
    blood     it took me four hours to do it
  
but I couldn't have asked anyone else
    
      
     because after all it was my blood too.