Leaving Albuquerque, April 1995 / © I.A. Daglis
I hear you will not fall in love with me
because I come without a guarantee,
because someday I may depart at whim
and leave you desolate, abandoned, grim.
If that’s the case, what use to be alive?
In loving life you love what can’t survive.
Erica Jong [Becoming light, 1991]