In one day you can do it all: fall in love with a man,
smile and scoff at yourself several times, reflect on
the whiteness of your teeth, study your face
as if you’re him and look up and see you.
You may find yourself ugly or not and ask yourself out
(kiss somewhere, though at the same time keep your head),
be forgiving towards the circuits you devise
– where he lives, works, where he drinks –
lecture yourself on possible,
as yet inchoate indifference.
You may come to regret the day the man
the regret you fell in love with.
It may occur to you: there’s no alternative
to this phonily traversed eternity,
reduced to a single day.