In the Oberoi, Two Days Before My Flight

after Frank O’Hara
We made all the right decisions. It’s what

we told one another. A high-walled garden and uninterrupted

air. The mahogany desk you claimed in an instant

pens, new pages, sunglasses, keys.

Books set aside for me when I leave.

You said, We love each other, we couldn’t have been

luckier. Then there was nothing left

to be done. So we ran

up the bill: room service, the suite upgrades.

Had the mini bar stocked with Swiss

chocolates. We decided to get tattoos

as if to say we were really committing

to this. Your tribute to Blake

mine to the Brahminy kite. Easier

to say they had no meaning

were just images we liked.