Now Storming Fury

That is an accomplishment, 
To waltz into a caveat… 
What are we expecting? 
I did not say we were expecting. 

Dearest, would you get the telephone? 
I don’t get things anymore. 
We are beyond rememberin
Such things. 

What was it that you said? 
I don’t see him anymore. 
And yet you see him every day. 
It’s not as much as you’d project. 

Think of how he feels, alone—
There’s no one who’s alone. 
He doesn’t see the man too often. 
Once a week. 

His name, you say? Yes, 
Jacob, but you will answer, 
Do not say such things to me. 
Is there not another woman on the telephone? 

I think you underestimate a passion:
Loyalty, devotion. 
He only sees me when he’s free.
But whoever can be free…? 

You understand he has a duty, 
Obligation, but to whom? 
It’s for himself he thinks up these things, 
Surety, protection. 

What was it that he wanted, 
For himself, facade, 
Profound, I’d say, and you, 
You always thought that he’d be different. 

Different, sure, but has he seen a woman?
I do not think that men can know 
Such things. 
It would have been most pleasurable. 

He thinks he is some Patroclus, 
And I Achilles, burning fury, 
Only great Achilles thought to see
Some: there was Briseis. 

Times were different, things were 
Fluid, you always had a thing— 
What, don’t we live in fluid, 
What is it that’s so rigid of these fluids— 

But do not say such things. 
They only leak at certain times, 
By—bye—bi—biology! 
But how did people used to reproduce? 

You’ll have an awful time of it, like that. 
I cannot help what I am thinking. 
What, have you plucked them from the 
Bible, Jacob, the archangel— 

Oh, but do not say his name. 
If you are a Jew there’re only two.
Gabriel… 
You might be saying something Portuguese. 

I knew it would come out. 
You mustn’t tell him, and he shouldn’t know. 
Which one was Sodom, which Gomorrah? 
They are… interchangeable. 

Around me it would not inflate. 
He has a saint, and why don’t you become some 
Bathsheba or Rachel. 
The angels never marry, dear. 

You think he is above them? 
He will call that Jacob his own saint. 
You think I wouldn’t be reminded…? 
He’d invite you to the wedding. 

I would not come. 
He said he would be rather lonely. 
He used to take me out exploring. 
Before he said… 

But he never touched you. 
He touched my palm, that is enough. 
You think it is some masquerade 
With Capulets… and what is in that name? 

I shall disguise myself, 
And tell him how he was oblivious. 
He always thought I would support him. 
But when I do… I do!