Wife:               there was nothing wrong with our
dreams
                        they fit us like scales
on a fish
                        our dreams of patience
and goodness
                        were not beyond our
abilities
                        and our dreams of sex were
harmless
                        there was nothing
                        wrong with our dreams
except
                        they were the wrong
dreams for us
                        now we see we had little
choice
                        and once we had chosen
each other
                        even that was taken away
Husband:         when I reached out with my right hand
                        and touched you
                        I knew everything had
been planned
                        even what I am saying
now
                        had been prepared
                        for me to say
                        and if I had reached out
                        with my left hand
                        at a different time on a
different day
                        you would have been
there
                        and everything would be
the same
Wife:               coming of age
                        I found myself in the
desert
                        following the wrong
leader
                        but how could I have
abandoned you
                        when I knew you would
perish without me
                        so I said let it ride
                        and I rode with it
                        through a godforsaken
land without trees
                        or flowers or anything
beautiful
                        while the wind played my
ribs like a harp
                        I don’t enjoy being laughed
at
                        but I have learned
                        to practice a certain amount
of madness
                        most difficult of the
arts
                        and the least rewarding
Husband:         before we realized what they were
                        they were over  
                        those
days when we lived
                        in furnished rooms and
could laugh
                        at their ugliness
                        later
                        well on our way
                        and established in our
own shambles
                        drinking good wines and eating
good salads
                        we gave up bread and
butter 
                        and those private days
those brief
                        beautiful days
                        gladly
                        as if we had a choice
Wife:               I keep busy all day
                        but when the sun goes
down
                        I seem to go with it
                        once I walked out the
door and entered night
                        because it was there
                        and because it promised
everything
                        but what because of the
promises 
                        we didn’t live up to
                        only the young are aware
of life
                        burning at their
shoulders
                        only they know his touch
                        later it is all
speculation
                        and empty phone booths
                        waiting for violent acts
of love
                        I keep telling myself I
will
                        feel better tomorrow
                        but I don’t believe it
                        there is always tomorrow
night
Husband:         I saw you sleeping
                        knees bent to the right
a little apart
                        head turned to the left
                        right arm at your side
and left arm
                        above your head with
your hand
                        caught in the wildness
of your hair
                        until I saw you like
that
                        I never understood why
                        there were so many
paintings of nudes
Wife:               we are separate people
                        each what he fears most
each his own
                        trap his own bait his
own victim
                        I am not responsible for
your life
                        and you are not
responsible for mine
                        I wanted to get married
                        and you thought that
meant I loved you
                        now you are going deaf
and I pity you
                        how hard it must be for
a man
                        who has been blind all
these years
Husband:         there are others
                        who had all the
advantages I had
                        and kept them
                        but deafness grows
                        on my family tree like a
vine
                        choosing one limb and
avoiding another
                        now that my ears
                        have started to go blind
                        I find myself among the
chosen
                        and someday I will hear
the true sound
                        of darkness
                        I have learned to expose
my eyes
                        to the lips of strangers
                        and understand what they
cannot say
                        living as I do 
                        with my secrets unheard
                        and listening always
with my eyes
                        how can I blame you
                        if you turn your face
away
Wife:               all afternoon
                        your shadow your only
child
                        grew taller
                        now he is leaving and
you will be alone
                        in the darkness that has
been
                        and the darkness that is
coming
                        the same darkness
                        bright moons in the
blood move on
                        as water moves in the
bed of a river
                        sleeping at night and
waking 
                        somewhere else
                        once I turned quickly
and saw you
                        looking
only at me
                        even if I could explain
I wouldn’t
                        even if I could explain
to you
                        I would oh I would
                        how any love story is a
sad story
                        and we kiss ourselves
goodby
                        each time we kiss each
other
Husband:         those who have no children
                        become the children they
were
                        and those who have
several children
                        extend themselves like
fingers
                        stretching into deep
grass
                        but we have only one
child
                        and both of us must crowd
into his body
                        elbowing each other for
space
Wife:               I remember
                        when this photograph was
taken
                        the aperture opened on my
life
                        as it was as it appeared
to be
                        with the eyes of a deer
on the wall
                        and a tongue which could
tell
                        the truth
                        but the other was easier
                        my life created for me
                        and I like a fool
accepted it
                        with its hand over its
mouth
                        to hide the bleeding
                        waiting on the steps
                        of the front porch for
years saying
                        you are young you will
find somebody
                        my life with a life of
its own
                        daring me to leave it
                        saying I am all I have
it isn’t enough
Husband:         waiting is hardest but we have to wait
                        for the good things to
come to us
                        I always have this next
thing to do
                        while I am waiting
                        something important that
needs to be done
                        a dog to be fed a plant
to be watered
                        I had two friends 
                        one is gone the other is
dead
                        now our son is grown up
and no longer
                        needs me and you say I
am the cause
                        of all your unhappiness
                        these things are true
                        but there is always this
next
                        thing to do something important
                        that needs to be done
while I am waiting
Wife:               ambition
                        worm in my bowels
                        the more I starve you
the more you grow
                        others have killed their
thousands
                        but you have killed your
tens of thousands
                        I tell you
                        the stars can see only
into the past
                        they do not know what I
am doing
                        and do not care and the
moon
                        which knows everything
                        cares even less
                        but you answer me with
the story
                        about water always
running away from home
                        and returning purified
Husband:         years ago I took this woman
                        you took this man
                        and we kept each other
                        but each of us still
wants to be a victim
                        as if love were an
accident
                        caused by carelessness
                        and we could hold one
another responsible
                        in order to get what we
need from each other
                        what have we traded
except parts of our lives
                        huge parts of our lives
                        and what have we gained
                        except huge parts of
each other’s lives
                        love
always gives
                        more than we bargain for
Wife:               I heard a bird cry a name
                        and when I looked I
found you
                        in the trap of my hand
                        crying a name I could
not understand
                        your own or the name of
someone you lost
                        it was never mine
                        I tried to find someone
to love me
                        before it was too late
                        but there was no one
Husband:         I heard a bird call my name
                        but when I found the
bird
                        it was you
                        caught in the trap of my
hand
                        and what I heard was
your pain
                        it has always been
                        I tried to find a place
                        where I could not hear
that sound
                        but there was no place
Wife:               I heard a bird cry a name
Husband:                     I heard a bird call my
name
                        and when I looked
                                    it was you
                        in the trap of my hand
                                    what I heard
was your pain
                        crying a name I could not understand
                                    it has always been
                        your own or the name of someone you lost
                                    it was never mine
                        I tried to find
                                    a place
                        someone to love me
                                    but there is no
other place
                        there is no other one