Ecstasy of St. Teresa

I listened to Bach for eight hours
After she left into the snow,

Disappointed with my library
And choice of whiskey—

She divested my apartment
Of her hair, denuded it of form,

Her voice and beauty—
Sauntered into late skies

Past breweries that light
The city’s edge with steam,

Leaving me with bottles and my
Old skylight

And the landlord banging on my wall
“You keep quiet now. You always

“Make too much noise in there when
Girls come and leave.”