The Intruder

I thought of you
golden
glad you were born
opened again

maybe it’s the time of year
or that I was in the kitchen
performing
and the window was open

I wish
they weren’t there
feelings
I’d just put them in the cupboard

just closed
the cabinet doors
when I see you
I want

to name every man who’s come
after and see what rise
I can’t get out of you
all it would prove

how I hold them
one after the other
in comparison
and keep looking

at my keys
wondering what
for the life of me
they are doing on the floor