DESCRIPTION:
See my home, /
Hail comes in waves, /
Collects like teeth /
Over the bone-white path, /
The sunken stairs. /
Inside, someone there /
Treads our floors /
And breaks, breaks our bread /
And wears our clothes. /
A curtain pulls. /
He sees me /
Ossified and cold; /
See the thief, /
Turn and go. /

Lover's ball; /
Beside the brittle suit, /
Standing close. /
New, changed into /
His corporate clothes. /
I see him graze /
Your golden throat /
And trace his curled fingers, /
Soft and slow, /
Down your spine. /
I catch his glance /
And you turn around. /
See the thief, /
Turn and go. /

A bottle of '66 /
Is the only thing I stole. /
From my park bench cradle /
I see my home. /