Song for Clay
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Clay, did you ever love me?

I’m studying a billboard and say that I didn’t hear what she said.
I asked if you ever loved me?

On the terrace the sun bursts into my eyes and for one blinding moment I see myself clearly. I remember the first time we made love, in the house in Palm Springs, her body tan and wet, lying against cool, white sheets.

Don’t do this, Blair, I tell her.
Just tell me.

I don’t say anything.