’36 Hudson in the garage / all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room.
// Dishes in the kitchen sink /
new straw for the old broom /
friends who don’t have a clue /
well meaning teachers… //
but down in your arms / in your arms,
I am a wild creature.
//
Floor two-foot-high with newspapers / white carpet thick with cat hair /
half-eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer /
fresh fuel for the sodium flares…
//
I write down good reasons to freeze to death
/ in my spiral-ring notebook.
//
But in the long tresses of your hair /
I am a babbling brook.