Lying in bed, she says,
“I would like to take
a cruise to Alaska,
where icebergs tower
like frozen white spirits
over the tallest ships,”
and then lights a cigarette.
She offers it to him,
and he blows a smoke ring,
which she penetrates
with her forefinger, giggling,
“Wouldn’t you like to do that?”
He does not reply.
“I’d like to see penguins,
and walruses and seals
and killer whales and sea lions
and a moose like on that show,
and an igloo and Eskimos,
kissing nose to nose…
Well, wouldn’t you?”
she asks and slaps his arm.
“Yeah sure,” he says, blowing
a smoke ring straight at the ceiling,
“If your husband pays for it.”

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