Posing for Cars

Woke from a dream in which you’d left me

Posing for cars on the American stoop

Don’t make me beg you just because you can

I’m just a woman with a loneliness

I’m just a woman with needs

And how could you ever conceive

How much I need you, how truly barren I can be?

They say that time it is the only certainty

But it’s been one o’clock for hours

Oh the day is long untangling

Can’t sort release from what I sold you

Is this what it takes to enjoy the day?

All of my pleasures left on display

I’m just a hollow root pushing through

I’m just the empty space inside the room

And how could you ever conceive

This adolescent heart skipping beats

When all your love, it grows full and firm beneath

Without a festered thought, without an emerald want

Just a single slow desire fermenting