given the lack of light silence seems
not silent but humming into my room
curling around my head like a cotton snake.
I'm all for love though love makes
for stuff I can't predict where I'll be
holding hands with racking sobs
lifting the palms up as though one
could lift the sky that way, just a bit.
If I could hide out with you I would
bring mint gum, tissues, a jar of lingonberry jam,
and my book of Danish phrases.
People are late all the time. I will be discrete
and courteous, I will slip into the subway
with clippers and a rake. There will
be a day that we will dream of furnishing
a space in the city that is currently occupied
by other people. I'll help you find me
there in the garden, under a tree.