Maspeth - Inlets

Like the air went our of your lungs

The wet beads clung along, the gaps the windows, the phone

Your old hair ties hide the corners of your mouth

Set impatiently in asking why your father went away

Wait, leak into the ground again

The childish ease.

The lawn drew in

Left the sidewalk flats for my bed sheets and blankets

In a harrowing phrase that tempts and guides your groundless legs

As if I weren’t keeping time, a measured effort sleep can’t find

True, this top is lighting up -- a sign bginning to turn white

What will tell us wher to lay our hands?

Waiting’s all I need

Disbelief in all ends and in seams

Paucity in these saving plans and schemes

With a fixed line ten times under your eyes

The awful tug of earth on my back

I look up for your face and it feeds us paper thin

Both sides