When am I going to see you,
Sitting wrapped up, naked,
Staring out at black chrysanthemums-
I didn’t know they came in black-
The hum of the indoor play bubbling through my chair,
My mouth is tingling with the sensation of the questions in my mind and
When will I see you;
I am draped loosely,
I can only be draped loosely.
My spine is the only thing still
Standing straight up
Feeding off the signals you send me.
You learn to hide the facts under blankets;
You learn to clothe your spine loosely.