I was too busy to eat that summer
Married to Peter
Going to classes at City College
And figuring out the logistics of a liaison with a
Whose wife was pregnant.
Instead of eating I drank tall glasses of
Ice coffee with five spoonfuls of sugar sifted
Down to the bottom
I was brimming with energy.
One hot day the graduate student and I drove to the Skyview Motel
Across the George Washington Bridge in New Jersey
An exotic rent-by-the-hour place
Flung myself at him
So enthusiastically that he
Cried out in pain.
Too late I realized I had overdone the