Sometimes I wonder_____________what
the neighbors________wonder—
do they spin “At Last” on repeat until they fall
asleep? Have husband and wife
_______________________________agreed—or one agrees
and one gives in—to a trial separation? So delirious—she
sleeps inside the dog and he sleeps on the porch—
I would like my jealousy to become our secret.
What adjustments. The air conditioning, the dog—again—who
ate the bagels?______________Please go upstairs. Please
go up the stairs—__________________Upstairs.
The villain the ghost the bad guy hides there
the suspicious noise the baseball bat under
your bed___________but what do you hope
to do with it the….______________Honey, I heard
something downstairs. Go see what it is—
This time you really aren’t_____________alone—
And sometimes you then wake in a lakehouse—
buzz of locusts, not traffic, saw blades saw
blades.___________________Vertical call of the loon,
the affect of mourning doves. We all lose
sometime. Burrow—burrow here
_______________________________and dwell.
This is the tin can. This is the root. How
you heard the glass shatter, the crowbar crack
the deadbolt________________the___the__________the had it
coming—
____________Thighs as a reward but for their fire.
Liberation is less rout than a meandering coming
to. A tensile spinning out of. Flamed with lush
horror like when a lover pats your head. It’s
not ever not over—
____________________Tomorrow and another
morning. The neighbors roll the trash bin to the curb,
wave, retreat back into their garage—holiness
of routine, of waking early to
_______________________________unlearn
love and learn it—and her—again.