I had to sneak through the corridors
And tiptoe through clean-cornered hallways
To get to her room.
She had built a tent around her bed
Of light and dark raw silk,
Like that of the dresses she had brought
In that bohemian garden
Where there were chess boards painted on the rocks
And Katherine caught baby garter snakes in the grass.

I brought her yellow roses, and she said,
Don't you see?
I came here to get away from all of you.