These are facts:
This is a world where Jude Law exists as a beautiful Englishman.

This is a world where I drink Slurpees and drive a late-model
Car and fill it with cheap gas.

On Tuesday I bought a watch and a peach at Walmart.
There is another blue world where the paint and the artists

Have reversed; Squeezed from small tubes, slowly, with a certain crafts-
Manship, the limnists appear, slight smiles on their faces.

 

 

 

In this episode, Jude Law meets Gabriel
Garcia Marquez in Trafalgar Square and calls him Gabo

And Marquez slaps him and calls him puta,
Bitch, and they are instantly transported

To a desert island on which they must listen
To evangelists until they repent and kiss

on the lips. A stand-off for months. Then the rainy season.
The droplets, open mouths. So many kisses. The two men kiss like dust.

 

 

 

Gabo and Jude, a lion and a witch, but which
Is which is mostly a puzzle. It has been a hurricane.

They are together in Cuba, sweaty, fuming, swept from climes
Nondescript to a here-and-now broken-down fantasy-land:

Busted windows, looting; Sirens; Packards and Comets,
All in perfect running order, deserted in the streets. Gabo, tired, climbs

Into an Edsall, unbuttons his shirt. Jude halts, runs a hand
Through his hair. Gabo looks sideways at the boy. Puta. Puta.