How should I please you? Tell me, pray do.
So full of criticism,
You crack my head open and
Fill it up
Until I’m so nervous I can
Barely breathe
And then off you go to the bath,
Whistling,
Leaving melted, edgeless pieces of me
In your wake.
Today I saw
Shadows on new rice,
The wind lifting and lowering rain
Like a curtain,
A jagged and beautiful sky.