Be careful
what you wish for

the kettle’s on &
she hears you &

isn’t it a miracle
we come in out of

snow wind rain
offered hot drinks

then crumple
the chalices

lousy lover
of this body mine
scolding it

for not wearing snow pants
for not wearing appropriate footwear

dashing through puddles
feeding it sugar

when all the body wants
fingers tongue danger

rather warm for January

boys at the hardware store
grow up

before our eyes
cigarettes swaying
post-­work liquor dinner

there’s a kind of song
in your body
when you walk away

from the bar it’s a
clatter of silverware

small hips swaying
creaking old chair

you love me yeah?