I want to be heartbroken
and broke
left outside a café
in the sweat
of a Prague afternoon
to survive on pens
and notebooks
poems for coffee
the words of a waitress
who speaks no English
she’ll bring me ice cubes
and smile
as I put them in my coffee
have toes and sandals
and dark eyes
and speak to me only
in the hidden dialects
of having unsatisfying Czech lovers
and swimming the Vltava
naked