he takes
himself from
the dance
has not
seen how
i see
every
step

the table holds
appointments of
sugar
bread
fingers his
semen will
fertilize
nothing
in me

but i
take it

run it
on edges
of bills
magically
paid

while
rain lets
me lift
my stem
i'd rather
burst than
bloom
so...

it is
just
so

the diver
pitched into
nothing more
than a
tub

spiders make
a few
walls
home

but i want
to be a
prairie dog in
the apartment
poke from
floors
greet my
neighbors

hold the
book warm
from his
hands
put it
back before
he comes
from the
toilet

it's when
a poem
closes in
the oven

you can
not see a
different view
from the
window if
it is a
painting
(but every
now and
then...)