You were here, just yesterday,
and I’ve been looking everywhere—
there must be a directory somewhere.
Even after the holocaust there were lists
posted of missing people in the DP Camps.
I sniff for your memorable scent like a lost dog.
and ask around for a dump where you might
be searching for artifacts that have charm
for your words of wisdom that you can post.
There must be a ballroom dancing activity
where I’m sure to find you; but if you are
still dancing with Bill Batista I will cut in and
warn him to keep his hands off you, or else!
It’s too bad you never had a chance to tell me
where you hid your knipple, or I could grease the palms
of enough folks to finally get my arms around you again.