The XIs #21
got no cause but excuses. where we left
a window open. god i miss my moods. pests
in the hotel. even i’m in my room it’s empty.
who’s got the green eyes to one now?
eye to eye you know those mirrors.
face apart we’re genus, species.
vagrant things you know, untrustworthy.
sit a spell in vacant places. yeah know
what i sound tonight. sally bring an arm down.
show me your joints. to swivel
or to sleep. there’s no rest for this.