Stanley Tucci is all in white and wears turquoise rings. If flirtation is a dance
we dance the softest dance of breezes. He has eyes that can recognise
springs ready to wet through the dune.
Things don’t turn stupid because I’m moving through the night with coke zero
and before the concert I swing toward the water. When you’re high enough
ladies in boxes sing you
closer.
Only when I bike home do I remember I loved the series he was in when I was fifteen.
At home I thought about another Tucci, from Paris, who only wore Paul Smith-
kept that paper bag for years-and talked about René Girard and
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and Levinas who said you need the others. And who told me true love was unconditional,
and that he didn’t have it for his daughter C.
He liked women because le monte et la vallée. I haven’t found another place to be, or rest in.
When he shared his real age I dropped from the summit and went
pas
mal
huh
It was he who showed things still could.
Last night’s Tucci and I had a conversation too, in my head.
I told him mine; 44, and he said something along the lines of my sweet disposition.
I’m not looking it up.
But after he’d say that I’d say
so, we
you and me
we’ve both got ages.
I’ve never seen someone holding something that way; perfectly still but so matter of factly.
Moving in gentle but persistent ways everywhere he carries
his small
vessel of red.
The next day I felt fidgety about whether I felt I really liked him or just sweeped.
A fragment on the terrace when I stood at the edge looking out: He must have chosen to approach me.
The possibilities of that kind of life: Monaco, go see
Brigitte at the beach.
I didn’t know if I should feel bad toward my friend who’s clear on not wanting a relationship so I did.
But it has been two years now and I think his shell is not mine to take.
His eyes ascend from many lands, one of them Italian and how I like it
when things get circular like that. But I don’t know how I could tell; they’re just blue and
wanted
when he looks at me in his sort of
general ways.
