square shoulders

her square shoulders
slender frame
and clothes hanging on
like I would
for dear life
straight marble nose
white skin and
specks of oatmeal freckles
in the whipping cream
she can dance
but I’m not about
to volunteer for that
game
how would it look
to step up
and fall flat
animals dance for their mates
wind up
tortured
by fate
what does she do
in her downtime?
she works too much
then goes home to that dog
with the lovely eyes
digs books
listens to blues music
without humor
without shame
doesn’t watch
a lot of cable all night
this is certain.
she has no internet.
a friend loaned
her a laptop but she
doesn’t seem
interested
in utilizing its word-
processing or
pornographic capabilities
I need to get
in that mind
behind her eyes
or
anyplace else
like that
which can be breached
before the will dissolves
like salt on
the wind
a slug bathed in it
drags itself toward
a crack in the
sidewalk burning
no relief there
and no one cared.
who left you to lay
awake in the morning
wine coming back up
and dreams shaking perfect
bony limbs
to restless butterfly wings
in bed
trapped in memories
and trapped in a
town far from home
where the dream called you
back and then
turned away with some
other vacant dream…
now are you
here for me?
vivid daydream
of wooing you becomes
a vivid daydream
about the day
you leave this place
leave me here head
in hands broken
false sense of sensitivity
but I cried
in the daydream anyway