Having lived with Constanze Mozart for a good many years, she finally became someone I could talk to over coffee....

True Confessions

Dearest Constanze,
Here we are,
still enveloped by
His sun-and-greenleaf music.

Forgive him,
Oh, forgive him!
Yes, of course I’m only asking
Because I’m in love with him, too,
Because I’ve slept with him, too.
But then, who among us musical girls
Hasn’t?

Listen, I’ll cop to the whole thing-
But consider forgiving him anyway.
He was only having all the girls
In his exploratory Aquarian way.
Why don’t you just laugh?
Remember when you used to do that?
Wasn’t the right time,
The happy time when you just laughed
And hugged and kissed your
little rooster anyway?
The days when he was
Your very own tender cocksman,
Your very own classy gentleman
Your very own comic
Dickhead Genius--