“*Geryon what's wrong? Jesus I hate it when you cry. What is it?*
Geryon thinks hard.
l once loved you, now I don't know you at all. He does not say this.
*I was thinking about time* -he gropes-
*you know how apart people are in time together and apart at the same time* -stops.
Herakles wipes tears from Geryon's face
with one hand. *Can't you ever just fuck and not think?* Herakles gets out of bed
and goes into the bathroom.
Then he comes back and stands at the window a long while. By the time he returns
to the bed it is getting light.
*Well Geryon just another Saturday morning me laughing and you crying,*
he says as he climbs in.
Geryon watches him pull the blanket up to his chin. *Just like the old days.*
*Just like the old days,* Geryon says too.”