hem didn't believe it either

by Gary Percesepe

if you were to ask me now

what I remember from those days


i would tell you without hesitation

it was the way she looked at me


how she looked at me in a way that

I could not tell whether she was


really seeing out of her own eyes

(there was in her a deep reticence)


though I told myself then that those

eyes of hers would look on long after


everyone else's

eyes had stopped looking—


a romantic notion i'd gotten

from hemingway


who didn't believe it either



she looked

as though there were

nothing on earth she would rather


look at than me

but there was fear behind

her eyes


she was very drunk