I was the hair standingup on endand the disbelief when I kissed my own arm
My lips knew exactly how to lay outto suck overto last, holdmove lower, higher,
a worn-flat rug was spread out beneath
orange walls that smelled of the wool ponchos in the closet
and the friendly desert cabinet
that rolls with me,
follows me and my relationship with the broken bench in my front yard.
It asks too many questions.