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card.
    Suzy's putting up her hair, and
    Suzy's letting down her guard.
    Suzy's here to take the sights in.
    Suzy's here to just unwind.
    Suzy's here to feel her power,
    here not just to search, but find.
    Suzy's here to try the knockwurst.
    Suzy's here to heal the blind.
    Suzy drank a yard of Weizen
    with a British guy named Paul.
    Watched the eerie Fernseh tower
    tower o'er the concrete Wall.
    (British guys are British guys—if
    you've seen one, you've seen them all.)
    Suzy met a real live Jerry,
    tall and bright-eyed, on a bike
    —someone she could maybe care for,
    someone she could maybe like—
    with a thing for Proust and pastry:
    Mee-kai-ELL, but call him Mike.
    Mike and Suzy tried a disco,
    and a bar, and Sacher torte.
    Suzy, as her storm blew madly,
    asked the waiter, Any port?
    Eating, drinking, being merry—
    live it up, 'cause life is short.
    (Breathe) Vergangenheitsbeveltigung
    (it's best to say it fast):
    it's a word from World War II—
    to come to terms with someone's past.
    Suzy climbed through bombed-out churches.
    Even God can't make things last.
    Mike says love is work, and worth it.
    Suzy knows that love is luck.
    Suzy wants to dance and drift, to
    flow and flower, not get stuck.
    Suzy doesn't want commitment,
    doesn't want her life to suck.
    SUZY IS A BERLINER
     
    Suzy found a Hindu Buddhist,
    lithe and lively, smart and small.
    Saw him in Der Rindfleischkeller —
    saved him from a barroom brawl.
    Kissed her neck for two full hours.
    Mendicants. They never call.
    Suzy met a troupe of actors—
    bored by fame, by raves, by hits.
    Maybe Suzy lost her wallet,
    maybe Suzy lost her wits.
    Anyway, she woke up naked
    next to their director, Fritz.
    Freitag, in a German Shakespeare,
    Suzy shivered in her chains.
    Fritz had cast her as the ghost (with
    bandages and bloody stains).
    Suzy screeched and rolled her eyeballs,
    blond and nubile, like most Danes.
    In a slapped-together Faustus,
    Greed and Lust and Sloth and Pride,
    Gluttony, and Wrath, and Envy.
    Suzy whispered, writhed, and cried.
    Stroking Suzy, front and back, Fritz
    shared his plans for suicide.
    Shakespeare knew whereof he spoke—like
    Hamlet, where the hero dies
    after acting nuts all evening . . .
    What can you expect from guys?
    Suzy needs an exorcism.
    Suzy needs some exercise.
    Suzy learned a lot of stagecraft.
    Suzy even learned to act.
    Suzy exercised her talent.
    Suzy exercised her tact.
    When the troupe ran out of money,
    Suzy sighed, kissed Fritz, and packed.

CHAPTER 4
Suzy Back Home
     

SUZY PLANS
     
    Suzy wants to make a baby.
    Suzy can and Suzy will.
    Suzy Zeus has had her fun now.
    Suzy Zeus has had her fill.
    Prick the condom, poke the cap, forgo
    the sponge, forget the pill.
    Suzy wants a changing table,
    wants a playpen, blanket, crib,
    booties, rattle, car seat, bottle—
    matching high chair, spoon, and bib.
    Suzy's had enough of working
    and enough of women's lib.
    Children hug you when you're chilly.
    Plus they're cute and small and sweet.
    Then they're good for when you're older.
    Suzy likes their hands and feet.
    Babies need you. Babies hold you.
    Children make your life complete.
    Last year Suzy had no warning.
    This year Suzy's nice and calm.
    This year's babe will be a blossom.
    Last year's was a ticking bomb.
    Suzy's got the formula—she's
    ready now to be a mom.
    Suzy needs to find a bouncer.
    Suzy writes a classified
    asking for a bodybuilder—
    no one she's already tried.
    Suzy puzzles over names.
    Corvette. Pleshette. Ebonix. Clyde.
    Sally's kids are Bobby, Sherman,
    Cindy, Marcia, Archie, Jan.
    All of them are tall and fair,
    except for Arch, who's short and tan.
    Keith has two. (Or five. But no one's
    pinned it on him. No one can.)
    Suzy, planning questions, plans on
    knitting during interviews.
    Come on, baby, be my music.
    Come on, baby, be my muse.
    Suzy wants an ethnic father
    maybe. It's so hard to choose.
    SUZY REVIEWS HER FINANCES
     
    Suzy's pacing in her walk-up.
    Suzy's going down the drain.
    Suzy