Summer: Three Poems
The man starts stripping upon arrival in the room
and I feel something has gone wrong
Though he rises to his full height, I am taller by an inch.
He does not come back for a second kiss.
On the train I look away after catching his eye.
He gets off without giving me another look.
He is putting away his laundry when I arrive.
Let’s get on with it, closing his drawers.