Your Police
Blotter
You left the house,
shivering in thin leather,
walked a mile to a pay phone.
Everything is still happening.
Your rusted voice reciting salt.
How you love me.
I was anonymous Anne in the New World.
Sitting loose, my linens scattered,
Like a sex scene in a movie.
Just
fuck me, you said.
There is a spot on your otherwise immaculate
shirt.
You are too thin and hint at a limp,
As if a witch pricked your foot to test a reflex.
Everything you expected disappoints you,
But something left of your eye
Says, Now.
