she takes liberties
in the nooks and
crannies
of my house
she makes love in dreams
writhing among the
cobwebs of my old
forgotten things
bringing back
post card pictures
of
places I’ve never
been
telling me old stories
of people
I’ve never seen
her vanity is
deceptive…
she admires
herself before
the old mirror
brushing away at
dusty
thoughts
until my vision
of her
is
clearer
sometimes,
I deliberately
close down
lock up
shutting all
the lights
out
she’ll just strike
a match,
light a candle
and roam
about
her incessant
noises
keep me
from
sleeping
turning over
wish boxes
spilling
empty
promise-
keeping
she angers me
& frightens me
& she always
makes me
cry
she’ll only hint at
answers
when I ask
the question
“why?”
but
she carries all my
secrets tucked
inside her
underwear
there’s a certain
comfort knowing
that
she watches me
from there
alyce, 2001
in the nooks and
crannies
of my house
she makes love in dreams
writhing among the
cobwebs of my old
forgotten things
bringing back
post card pictures
of
places I’ve never
been
telling me old stories
of people
I’ve never seen
her vanity is
deceptive…
she admires
herself before
the old mirror
brushing away at
dusty
thoughts
until my vision
of her
is
clearer
sometimes,
I deliberately
close down
lock up
shutting all
the lights
out
she’ll just strike
a match,
light a candle
and roam
about
her incessant
noises
keep me
from
sleeping
turning over
wish boxes
spilling
empty
promise-
keeping
she angers me
& frightens me
& she always
makes me
cry
she’ll only hint at
answers
when I ask
the question
“why?”
but
she carries all my
secrets tucked
inside her
underwear
there’s a certain
comfort knowing
that
she watches me
from there
alyce, 2001