6.7.08

space

last night
you were in a sliver of my dream
in the bottom of my lemonade
intermingled in my scrabble pieces
and even in anne sexton's poetry
i didn't get upset or demand
you stick to your rules about boundaries
or your infinite need for space
but please god please
do not sneak into my nina simone vinyl again
or it will be me giving you more space
than you know how to contain